Post by PWXonline on May 1, 2014 12:57:29 GMT -5
PWX PRESENTS: THE INITIATIVE
USF SUN DOME
TAMPA, FLORIDA
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 30TH, 2014
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OPEN CHALLENGE PRE SHOW MATCH
NIGHTHAWK vs ABIGAIL LINDSAY
Ring Announcer Alexis Lace: “This next contest is a special challenge match and has a 30-minute time limit.”
(The arena goes dark…..
Spotlights start to shine in the entranceway……
A shower of fireworks goes off…..
The chorus begins as "Los Angeles" by Sugarcult plays throughout the arena as Abigail Linday and Maxine Monroe slowly walk out and stop at the entranceway….
Abi looks around the arena and smiles as they she poses pointing to the air while the camera’s flash taking pictures of them. Maxine stands there stoicly.
Abi slowly walks down to ringside with Maxine following suit.
Abi giggles and starts skipping to the ring while ruffling up her hair, she slides in and stays on her knees as she smirks looking around the arena…..
She climbs to the second turnbuckle and points at the crowd and yells “Yeah!”…..
Abi leans against the turnbuckle. Maxine keeps as every vigilant eye from the outside.
Alexis Lace: “Introducing first, weighing in at 150 pounds, from Los Angeles, California please welcome….. Abigail Lindsay!”
As his opponent stands in a neutral corner the lights in the arena slowly click off, one by one, as the sold-out crowd rises to its feet in anticipation of what is to come. And as the opening strains of "Holding Out For A Hero (The Autumn Wind Intro)" by Emery boom out over the sound system Nighthawk walks out through the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp, hands on his hips as he looks all around at the sold-out crowd with the barest hint of a smile on his face. Walking down the ring, shaking hands with the fans in the first 2 rows of the building and making a special effort to shake the hands and give out hugs to the kids in the front row as behind him blue-and-white Roman columns of fireworks go off, the "Wrestling Machine" finally gets to the ring and stands on the top turnbuckle while raising his left hand above his head as the crowd chants "Best in the World."
Alexis Lace: “And her opponent, weighing in at 185 pounds, from the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois please welcome ‘The Man of 1000 Holds’…. ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”
As Nighthawk removes his ring jacket and hands it to the ringside attendant who quickly rushes it to the back, Abigail Lindsay dismissively shrugs her shoulders as she is quite clearly not impressed with the opponent in front of her. Ringing the bell to start the contest Abigail Lindsay insouciantly locks up with her opponent only to find herself quickly taken over with a judo throw right through into a short-arm scissors, as Nighthawk is quickly going for a submission hold to try and end the match. Rolling herself on her elbows to force the break of the hold Abigail waits until the referee steps in to break the two of them up and then quickly thumbs the Chicago native into the eye. Smirking, seemingly exulting in the boos as she does so, Abigail whips Nighthawk into the ropes and goes for a roaring elbow to the face. But as she does so the “Wrestling Machine” catches her left arm and grins mirthlessly before hitting a step-up enzuigiri to the left arm followed by a lungblower to the same spot.
As Nighthawk goes for the Hangman’s Clutch Abigail, out of view of the referee, lands a low blow to the inner thigh and quickly hits a prawn hold before placing her feet on the bottom rope to ensure the pinfall.
Alexis Lace: “The winner of the match, Abigail Lindsay!”
WINNER: ABIGAIL LINDSAY
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The Initiative kicks off with a video package. A voice calls out through the speakers... the voice of Brian Hollywood.
"The following Public Service Announcement, has been paid for, by The Establishment."
We then are treated to images of The Establishment and their 'work'. Brian continues.
"We are the leaders of this business. We do what we do for your own good. We do what we do in YOUR best interest. We do what we do because it is best for this company... nay, this INDUSTRY."
While Hollywood speaks, bodies fall. Blood is left on the canvas, betrayal after betrayal, The Establishment does what it does best-- Whatever it pleases. Brian marches on with his 'P.S.A.' --
"Trust us, put your faith in us, BELIEVE...in us. We do not mean to harm you, we simply mean to do what NEEDS to be done. We are The Establishment. And what we say? Is ALWAYS... always. Best. For. Bu--"
*STATIC*
Suddenly, snow slices through the screen. A video then comes into view --
As the image rested upon the screen for a handful of seconds, music slowly began to seep through the speakers --
A conscience never burdened you,
No empathy to slow you down.
Others were there for you to use,
Like hapless ships you ran aground.
You lied like other people breath,
Speaking a twisted lexicon,
To get your way by any means,
No matter who you tread upon.
How can you sleep?
The world burns at your feet.
How can you forsake,
The casualties you leave in your wake?
The saddest part is you believed,
The world you fashioned in your mind,
While all the people you deceived?
Were slowly plotting your demise.
The scene opened upon the rooftop of the arena in Tampa, Florida. It was the night of The Initiative, the night PWX had been building toward for some time now...
Four figures stood atop the roof, cloaked in shadow. But one of them stepped forward, and spoke. A female voice rung out --
"Darin Zion. Tonight, you have the opportunity to claim your fourth Hybrid championship. The "right"... Darin, you have no right. You refer to it as a "right", but let me tell you Darin... you have the same right as Codair, Antony, Timothy, Tiami, or Prince. Your right? To enter the main event, to do battle, to FIGHT. To potentially climb the rungs and pull down the title, but what you DON'T have the right to do?
"...is to use these people as your stepping stones. What you don't have the right to do is to use Tiami as a tool in your own twisted game. To regard Timothy Hunt as undeserving and as just another victim. To spit on the names of Codair and Prince. To regard yourself as the only 'worthy' competitor in an entire division. A division you claim has seen better days, and YET? Its title is being defended in tonight's main event. A main event that will be remembered for quite some time to come...
"You know when you were talking to Tiami Tyler, and you told her that if she went against your self-righteous wishes that you would do to her what Vince McMahon did to Trish Stratus, only worse. That's basically what you said, am I right? Well, Zinny Mac, I'd like to refresh your memory. Do you remember what happened AFTER...after, Trish was forced to get on all fours and walk like a dog? Darin... remember WreslteMania 17? Yeah. Yeah, I think you do.
"Trish led a 'comatose' Linda McMahon to the ring. Mr. McMahon had his own SON down in the center of the squared circle. He thought he had Trish on a leash, but what did she do? She stood up. Like a WOMAN, like a REAL woman. And she bitch-slapped the taste out of his mouth. That was the moment, THE VERY MOMENT, that her career took a turn. She went from being just another pretty face to a seven-TIME Women's Champion.
"And...then what happened that night, Mr. Zion? Oh yeah, that's right. Linda. Stood. Up. She glared Vince in his beady little eyes. And she kicked him right in the grapefruits. I gotta feeling in my bones, that if Tiami was given the same opportunity? She'd make WrestleMania 17 look like a walk in the park. Be careful who you run down, Darin. Cuz sometimes? A 'dog's bite is much, MUCH worse than her bark.
"Darin, I want you to remember something. When you came into this business, when you BEGAN? The Zion that existed was not the man that exists today. Hell, I don't even know if I could CALL the Darin of today a 'man'. You sold your soul, Darin Zion. You sold your soul, and you became the very thing you despised. And what for? For money. For power, for GREED.
"Darin Zion, we, The Crue? We don't care about money. We don't care about fame, fortune, or even gold around our waists. We care about this BUSINESS. The business that gave us solace in our darkened youths. The business that gave us hope. When we do something for this industry, for a company, for a WRESTLER? We do it for them. Not us. When we say something, we MEAN IT. You know... liked you used to.
"Darin... and BRIAN... the two of you have made PWX your personal playground for far too long.
"That ends, beginning tonight.
"We are The Crue World Order. And we approve this mssage."
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[the cover of darkness shrouds those who embrace it....]
the words shimmer into view and then slowly fade away...
"Schmied....you think that you standing there worried me? Do you think that you standing there intimidated me? Wrong kiddo...see you remind me of a mythical beast called a golem. A creature that is mindless, just controlled by its master, being told to destroy at the command of its owner and that is exactly what you are... golem. See i have a plan, you saw the very beginning, the feeling out process if you will. When you fall, when the mighty golem falls the king the controls the land will soon fall as well."
"This is the price you pay for being a mindless drone, this is what happens when people try to control what shouldn't be controlled. The PWX lemmings are even to blind to realize that this is happening to them, if they did they would stop buying the merchandise, quit going to the concession stand....quit lining the pockets of the people that care the least about you...."
"Schmied you are going to be the first to fall, then Zions little minx and then his partner in crime and then Zion himself....you see when i say PWX deserves a better class of criminal....i mean it....I'm gonna give it to them...I'm a man of my word...."
[Suddenly one head emerges from the darkness.]
"Schmied....stand there, be strong because i need a pillar to build my castle on...."
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#1 CONTENDER'S MATCH
SCHMEID vs ADAM STRYKER
[Schmied is already standing in the ring, already having the ref terrified as he tried to pat down the big man before the match and then the big man turns as All lights in the arena slowly fade as a sound of guitar echoes through the arena. Only one light shines down on the entrance ramp as Adam Stryker slowly walks out from the back and stands there, looking down.
Alexis Lace: "From Los Angeles, California, weighting in at 220 pounds... "The SoCal Switchblade"... ADAAAAAAAM... STRYYYYYYYKEEEEEEER!"
He starts walking towards the ring as the song comes to its first verse.
"I spoke to god today, and she said that she's ashamed.
What have I become, what have I done?
I spoke to the devil today, and he swears he's not to blame.
And I understood, 'cause I feel the same."
As he is near the ring, he gets inside between the middle and the top rope and climbs the turnbuckle immediately, while the one light still shines at him. As the chorus of "Wrong Side of Heaven" hits, Adam performs his cut-throat taunt and then just poses on the turnbuckle with his arms spread.
"Arms wide open, I stand alone.
I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone.
Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.
I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.
I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, righteous side of hell."
Stryker hops off the buckles and stretches out to prepare for the match.
Ricky: Well this match is going to be intense its going to be Street fight rules and this is just the type of match that is right up the alley of Adam Stryker it plays into all his strengths.
Chris: True but the man standing across from him is no ordinary wrestler, he is something out of a horror movie, something that I am not entirely sure is a man if not a monster.
Ricky: Well the winner of the match goes onto face John Ojeda in the main event for the World title so all bets are off and for both men all cards need to be on the table.
[The ref signals for the match to start and we are off Stryker looks at Schmied and charges the big man goes for a clothesline but Stryker ducks under and hits the ropes and on the return hits a hard running clothesline only to have Schmied standing his ground. Stryker goes on the offensive and peppers Schmied with a series of punches to the face of the towering masked man only to have Schmied push him away hard causing Stryker to roll back he pops to his feet and again charges at his stoic opponent. But Schmied catches Stryker, spins and nails a Black Hole Slam that plants Stryker on the mat. The crowd shutters at the impact as Schmied hooks the leg and the ref slides into position.]
1...
2...
[Stryker kicks out thenSchmied pulls Stryker up by his head and then nails a knife thrust to Strykers throat causing him to gasp for air.]
Ricky: Wow I thought maybe Schmied had ended the match before it even started.
Chris: I have a feeling that there is a lot of fight in Stryker and it will take more then that to put Stryker away.
[Schmied pulls Stryker up and nails a stiff punch to the gut and then lifts him up and then and drives Stryker down across his knee and then lifts him up and drives him down a second time and then bends Stryker over the knee driving his right elbow across the face. Schmied yell at the ref to tell Stryker to quit.]
Schmeid: Give up Stryker!!
[The ref checks on Stryker and he refuses to give up, Schmied drives and elbow into the face of Stryker and then a second and then tosses Stryker to the mat in anger.]
Ricky: Stryker refuses to quit.
Chris: Well there is a lot of fight in this kid and we have seen it for months.
[Schmied looks down at Stryker and pulls him up and sends him into the ropes, Stryker flies off with a clothesline which only staggers the big man, Stryker then hits a dropkick and then a kick to the knee that causes Schmied to drop to a knee and Stryker then hits a running shining wizard that which still doesn't take Schmied down Shcmied starts to get up but Stryker with a running knee to the face of the big man which causes Schmied to fall through the ropes and onto the floor. Stryker yells to the crowd and the looks and runs and then dives through the ropes hitting Schmied with a diving suicide plancha.]
Ricky: Well finally something that took the big man down.
Chris: But it had to have taken a lot out of Stryker.
[Schmied starts to get to his feet and Stryker sees this and gets on the apron and runs, leaping off only to be caught by Schmied who drives Srtyker into the steel ring post and then takes a few steps back and hits it again and then drops Stryker face first across the ring steps.]
Schmied: Stryke ME down! Stryke ME down!
Ricky: Well I have to say that this monster is just on a roll right now. Stryker is just hitting him with everything he can and it just isn't good enough so far.
Chris: Well Schmied is built for matches just like this.
[Schmied pulls Stryker up and sends him face first into the ring steps. Stryker crumbles to the floor and then tries to pull himself up and turns only to have his face stomped on by the foot of Schmied. Schmied continues to assault Stryker stomping on him and then turns and yells at the ref and then starts to chase the ref away which gives Stryker enough time to hit a desperation superkick right on the chin. Schmied staggers and Stryker with a second one and then grabs the ring steps and runs then into the face of Schmied causing the big man to fall to the floor. Stryker goes to the ring apron and nails a lepdrop from the apron to the floor and then rolls Schmied over and hooks the leg.]
1....
2...
Ricky: Schmied kicks out and is sitting up.
[Stryker with a series of kicks and then and then a ddt on the floor and another cover.]
1...
2...
Chris: Again Schmied kicks out...what does Stryker have to do to keep him down?
Ricky: I have no idea but the longer this match seems to go the stronger Schmied seems to be getting.
[ Stryker looks at the ref and asks if he got the shoulder up and the ref nods yes. Stryker looks dejected and turns to Schmied and peppers his face with a lefts and then mounts him and delivers more and then gets off and searches under the ring and pulls out a kendo stick and whips Schmieds back like a red headed step child. Schmied manages to gets to his and Stryker hits him over and over until the kendo stick breaks over the head of Schmied. Schmied snatches the kendo stick out of the hand of Stryker and tosses it aside and stalks Stryker, Stryker doesn't back down and hits a series of punches and then jumps onto the apron and then leaps at Schmied who catches him, turns and runs driving Stryker into and through the ringside barrier. The fans cheer loudly “THIS IS HARDCORE!”]
Ricky: Holy cow!
Chris: Stryker had to be broken in two...
[Schmied stands and pulls Stryker up by the hair and nails a shortline clothesline and then simply puts a boot on the chest of Stryker and the ref makes the count.]
1...
2...
Ricky: Schmied is shocked that Stryker got the shoulder up and then extends a middle finger to Schmied.
Chris: There is still some fight in this dog.
Ricky: They put ol Yeller down at the end of his movie too...
[Schmied pulls Stryker up and tosses him into the ring and then snatches a chair from an official at ring side and slides into the ring with it and Stryker gets to his feet, turns and gets plastered by a chairshot. Stryker falls to the mat as Stryker wedges the chair into the bottom corner of the ring post and then scoop slams Stryker and grabs him from behind and nails a curbstomp into the chair. Stryker slithers limply to the mat as blood is seen on the chair as Schmied pulls Stryker away and hooks the leg as he makes the cover.]
1...
2....
3....
[The ref signals for the bell and then checks on Stryker and makes the “X” signal and medics come out. ]
Alexis Lace: The winner of the match and new number one contender SCHMIED!!
[Schmied is smiling sadistically as he stands over Stryker, but then laughter can be heard and the masked group from a couple weeks ago can be seen at various points in the arena. The leader and another are at one point making their way through the crowd. “Harley” is now sitting next to the time keepers table and is actually juggling. The strong man is stepping over the barrier and is eying Schmied the whole time.]
Ricky: Well looks like someone has some class enough to not let Schmied go another step.
Chris: How do you know that?
Ricky: I don't...
[The leader has a mic and springs over the barrier.]
Masked Leader: I saw your little story online, you know how Darin saved you and all...kinda touching....maybe movie of the week on Lifetime...but you are blinded, you are nothing more then his puppet. You compare yourself to Bane and Talia in the Dark Knight Rises but you're more like the monkey that gets the money for the organ grinder. You have no idea what Zion is like but with some therapy I think we can help.
[One of the “medics” tending to Stryker stands up behind Schmied and pulls out some sort of long black stick and pokes Schmied in the back with it. Its no obviously a cattle prod which brings Schmied to a knee.]
Masked Leader: AGAIN!
[The medic jabs him with the prod a second time and Schmied falls to the mat. The strong man climbs into the ring along with Harley. The Strong man pins stands over Schmied and motions for the medic and Harley to go to the top. The strong man picks Schmied up from the mat and nails a fall away slam, the medic hits a top rope legdrop and then Harley hits a moonsault. Schmied is rolling on the mat from the attack as the Leader climbs into the ring.]
The Leader: They say you can be hurt well I believe that if you can bleed you can be beat...you're not Wolverine..you're not Michael Myers or Jason Vorhees. In the end you are still just a man and one that has set his faith his devotion on a used car salesman....let's see how well you heal up for Ojeda now....
[The laughter again blares over the arena, smoke fills the air and when it dissipates the masked group is gone...and Schmied looks pissed as he finally gets to a knee.]
WINNER: SCHMIED
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["Chalk Outline" blares over the PWX system as Schmied surveys the damage in the ring. Adam Stryker isn't moving at all and officials immediately rush out towards the ring. Schmied smiles as the ring officials rush over towards him. Schmied terrorizes the officials and immediately Zion holds them off. Schmied then picks Adam Stryker up against and grabs a steel chair. He clobbers Adam across the head a few more times. Zion snaps his fingers and immediately Schmied picks up Adam Stryker and drops him head first on the steel steps again. Zion motions to Schmied to grab a sledge hammer and Zion pulls a few kenzans from out of his pockets. Schmied goes and switches spots with Zion and Zion lays a kenzan across Adam's face and immediately clobbers it in to his skull stiffly with each shot. Zion then picks Stryker up and hits a delusions of grandeur on him straight into the steel steps and lands him straight on to the stairs. Zion bows before Adam Stryker and pulls his bloody head off the mat.]
Ricky: What is he doing?
Crowd: STRYKE HIM DOWN! STRYKE HIM DOWN!
Chris: I don't know, but I don't like it!
Darin Zion: By the powers vested to me through Brian Hollywood and the state of Florida and the contract you signed Adam, you're fired. I gave you more than enough chances. You struck me and I should have fired you, but I gave you a chance. You begged me constantly for the world title. You begged me for redemption. These people begged for their poisonous hero like everyone else on this PWX roster who don't do shit. You clearly saw it, I carried Adam Stryker. You know I made him. He knows I made him. And now Adam couldn't cut it against Schmied. Adam, I'd wish you the best in your future endeavors, but don't worry, we probably ended your career. I will be generous for your hard work and giving me millions of dollars by failing and give you a great severance package and pay your bills.
Crowd: BULL SHIT! BULL SHIT!
[Immediately Darin Zion laughs sadistically as he joyfully claps as Adam Stryker gets carried out on a stretcher. Adam's still not moving and still barely breathing. The crowd immediately starts rioting and Darin Zion's eyes immediately start glowing with hatred.]
Darin Zion: Shut up Tampa! You're about as worthless as your fucking football team. Lovie won't bring you a title this year, and neither will Ojeda!
[Zion immediately sits down and crosses his legs in the ring and Schmied stands right behind him, exhorting his power to taunt the crowd. Schmied laughs at the pathetic attempts of the crowd to piss Darin Zion off, but Zion continues to easy into his role, confidently rocking back and forth in the ring.]
Darin Zion: I've heard that the entire locker room is calling for me to sell the company. Good news, that's in the works, Brian Hollywood demands I sell my stocks before I committed and I had to take a few weeks off for that and personal reasons. Don't worry, I won't say the N word and be forced to sell.
Crowd: BOOOOO!
Darin Zion: Yes, sometimes businessmen don't show up onto the show because you know...things come up and we don't owe you pathetic morons any fucking explanation at all. Especially since I've spent my entire career in PWX in some capacity. Rather I left or wrestled, I made sure this locker room functioned. You can try to discredit it or not, but I did it. I didn't have to do it, but because of who I am, I benevolently worked for free. I...busted MY ASS for this place after all the poison came down and tried to ruin your unsung hero. Now, why am I transitioning my past here: quite simple: I apparently pissed off the entire locker room with some of my comments this week at calling them lazy fuckers who don't do shit. Big fucking surprise! But let's see how to put this politely....I can say whatever the fuck I want in this company and get away with it because it's FREEDOM OF SPEECH.
[Zion's smile goes ear to ear as the crowd continues to pour him with a "FUCK YOU ZION!" chant.]
Darin Zion: The roster is entitled to bitch because they think they work hard by cutting so many promos a week, or maybe defending their title three weeks running, defending your friends from getting "screwed by the Establishment." Yes, you're all entitled to your opinions. But I am entitled to back up my opinions and bury your asses. It's quite easy. Let's open up Uncle Zion's story time for a moment. I'll tell you a little story. See there was a man who came into PWX almost 4 years ago. Now that man had a few attitude issues, but PWX took him in because we believe in second chances here. He came straddling his ugly fucking Harley Davidson and begged for JPO to give him a chance. Now not knowing he'd FUCK people to get control of the company for himself and his cohorts, JPO gave him a chance, and it back fired. He committed a sin and tried burying the entire roster for the pleasure of himself. He kicked people's asses, took names, and dominated. But he spoke a little too much and crossed many lines pissing off a lot of our sponsors. But I, your unsung hero, conquered his ass, but not after I got injured by his fucking pathetic lazy work ethic of taking short cuts and hand outs.
[Zion smirks for a moment and glares at the camera as it zooms in.]
Darin Zion: If you haven't figured it out, I'm talking about that worthless piece of shit that proclaims himself the face of PWX: John Ojeda. See Ojeda, contrary to what you believe, I made you. Had Danny Szatkowski never pinned me and defeated me for the Hybrid Championship, you'd have not gotten a chance to bust your ass and make both your careers. You can thank me for that later. But oh, no you won't. You'll probably go running into Codair's locker room, suck his small sweaty ball sack, crying that I got the story wrong. That I'm burying your good name. That I lie and I don't get the story straight.
[Zion starts speaking in a pouty tone, while wiping the fake tears from his eyes. Schmied laughs as the crowd immediately boos. ]
Darin Zion: I'm John Ojeda, I'm the victim...but I'll save you PWX...I'll save you...WITH MY TEARS! My tears will obviously flood the entire PWX arena up, great a Biblical flood, and kill off the Establishment. Fuck who needs barbed wire baseball bats and staple guns, and nuclear bombs, I'm fucking SUPERMAN! I'll fly around wearing the fake skins of cows, riding my harley, bitching about how I don't get a chance either when I'm the world champion. I'm such a bad ass.
Crowd: KILL HIM OJEDA! KILL HIM OJEDA!
[Zion's tone changes and immediately he starts laughing completely hysterically.]
Darin Zion: That's your biggest fucking plan that you don't want to do Ojeda. You're going to cry like a baby. You hate what I say because some of it does ring true Ojeda. You look out for you, your own, and no one but yourselves. I've looked out for these fans the entire time Ojeda. THE ENTIRE FUCKING TIME! Rather they cheer me and sing my praises, or they boo me and shit on my legacy, I've never once turned my back on these fans. But how many times have you done that Ojeda? They cheer you because you're a brainless fucking biker who comes off as a bad ass. But when you show your true colors and the world sees you for who you fucking are...they'll know that I'm their hero. That I've stood up for them and created competition in this company. Because newsflash: when Pariah, JPO, Sex and Money, and others controlled PWX as its leaders. You never saw people like me shine. But you won't know that Ojeda, now would you? You have no connection to PWX's past. You're just another fucking roster member bitching how you're getting screwed by the corrupt owner who says things to piss you off. Well news fucking flash: you don't have to THINK or AGREE the Establishment's right. But guess what you fucking moron who doesn't think with his God damned brain. You work for us, so we sign your fucking paychecks. What we say is gospel. If I say PWX is lazy, it's lazy. If I say it's doing good, it's doing good. If I tell you to change your gimmick and dress up as a fucking circus clown on the behalf of Brian Hollywood, you'd better fucking do it Ojeda. And if I tell you to drop to Schmied tonight, well...
[Schmied immediately cracks his knuckles, and smirks evilly as the crowd starts to chant.]
Crowd: BULL SHIT! BULL SHIT! BULL SHIT! BULL SHIT!
Darin Zion: You'd better drop it. But I'm not rigging this shit. See, I want tonight to become....IRONIC. See you talk about my business decisions and how I handed Schmied his victories. You've talked about how Schmied's beaten a shit ton of jobbers and never gotten tested. Well, let's give you a "the more you know" lesson you piece of shit. Did you know that Schmied beat Brian Hollywood and John Pariah. Now, last I checked, those people are considered threats. He's defeated a world champion and a Hybrid Champion. No one's come close to him either. No one's ever had his undefeated streak. So I gave him an easy path, but I gave you an easy path to the title too. Look at Adam Stryker and Troy Stone. You ate them alive now didn't you. So you must be as big of a hypocrite as you claim I am. In fact...
[Schmied immediately rips the microphone from out of Zion's hands and immediately glares at the crowd. He stands stiff, serious, and prepared to kill. He beats his chest a few times.]
Schmied: Tonight Ojeda, I show you perfection. Ich bin der Hufschmied, Gott der PWX. Sie sind eine minderwertige Rasse und ich werden Sie zerquetschen. Dein Schädel wird auf meinem Thron sitzen, wie ich Ihr Blut vergießen und ein Beispiel aus dem schwachen Arsch zu machen. In case you wanted to know what that said you inferior worthless shells, it means I am the blacksmith, God of PWX. You are an inferior race and I will squash you. Your skull will sit at my throne as I spill your blood and make an example out of your weak ass. When I win the PWX Championship tonight, I'm going to kill you Ojeda. I'll bind you, torture you, and kill you to take what's rightfully mine in tonight's ironman match. When the clock strikes 60, I'll snap your neck Ojeda. You're a fucking pussy that claims he's a murderer, but I'm the real deal. You knocked people around, and I enjoy killing people for a living, so tonight we go all out. You want to call me a joke, why not do it to my face in the ring later tonight. That's right, you're a fucking pussy! You couldn't look perfection in the face. So why don't you do yourself a favor Ojeda, shut the fuck up and let the big boys handle the true big boys title.
["Chalk Outline" reprises as Zion and Schmied celebrate in the middle of the ring.]
Ricky: Tonight, Zion ended the Stryke them down movement quickly. He truly proved the world that Adam Stryker wasn't worth our time.
Chris: No, what he did was injure an innocent man and bury him. Just like he's doing to the entire roster. Haven't you seen what he's done over the past few weeks. He's buried our talent.
Ricky: But you've even said they've gotten lazy like a hooker.
Chris: Sure, but they're doing wonders now. But what I don't like is Schmied walks into the main event tonight with the biggest push of his life. And he didn't earn it.
Ricky: LIKE A HOOKER! Wait!
Chris: Will Ojeda be able to overcome the monster, or will Schmied fulfill his prophecy: to become the perfect PWX champion in history? We'll see what happens later tonight as we come right back.
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Scene opens, to the backstage halls... panning across the wall at various posters of tonight's events in Tampa Bay, Florida... the camera man shuffles quietly in to the doorway of my locker room, Roxxie Roberts. Lifting my hand, I run it through the back of my next... nerves getting the better of me. I hold in my other hand, a long thick leather belt with a silver plate that reads EWF World Heavy Weight Champion across it's middle.
Roxxie: "It is about time you return home..."
I muttered to the championship belt.. uneasiness building in the pit of my stomach. Grabbing it with both hands, I thrust it over my right shoulder, and casually walk out the door, eyeing the camera man before turning the corner.
Roxxie: "Follow me if you wish, I have nothing to hide..."
Glancing back at the camera, and lifts a hand gesturing before her.
Roxxie: "Ladies and Gentlemen of Tampa, Florida... welcome to the Days of Our PWX.... our best attraction of the night... we will witness a wrestler who is known to have a Natural Effect of Doom on his competitors.."
In all my sarcastic glory I stop before the locker room of Joey Harris, and signal to the camera man to step inside. He has on his ring attire, black elbow, and knee guards... topless, my eyes and all attention drawn to his chiseled body.. heart fluttering like a caged butterfly crying to escape it's jail!
Roxxie: "Joey...."
As if caught off guard, he spins around quickly but relaxes as his eyes rest on mine... a sense of madness lurked in under his gentle stare.
Joey: "Rox...."
His voice trailed... my heart leaped and stoped for a split second hearing him say my name like he finally came to the realization that I was no longer Ravenna... He closed his mouth looking intently at me... until his eyes adverted with surprise to my shoulder. He took a small step forward and hesitated... as if seeing his life flash before his eyes.
Roxxie: "This belongs with you now... now that you... well.. you get the idea.."
I felt like a school girl again... like I did before... with him! I fumbled on my words, sounded gentle and innocent... I pop a large bubble of bubblelicious bubble gum... and Joey glances at me with a smile, not for long though as he comes forward and brushes his fingers across the plate... admiring it.
Roxxie: "Here..."
Pushing it off of my shoulder... it slides down my arm and I catch it in my grip... holding it on both sides Joey steps back and takes the belt gently from my hands and loses his train of thought in to his EWF World Title Belt..
Roxxie: "I am sorry for keeping it from you... but it didn't feel right, allowing your... er... shadow self to hold something that only you could cherish!"
Joey didn't respond, his smile everlasting on his face as he relishes in this moment.
Roxxie: "I hope you don't hate me forever, if you do hate me.... but there is some things that we will need to talk about in the future... when you are ready and you have time to adjust to being well... you again!`
Joey is still unresponsive... I can feel my face burn slightly... snapping my fingers between his eyes and the belt.
Roxxie: `Hello... earth to Joey... are you even listening to me?"
No reaction... if there is one thing that really pissed me off... it was being ignored. Pulling out a pen from my pocket, god knows why it is there... much like anything else... I push the flat end against his forehead and begin to click it on and off with slight force... his head slighting bobbbing.
Roxxie: "Don't make me hit you..."
Taking the pen away I cross my arms... and lean to the side tapping my foot... my annoyance getting the better of me.
Roxxie: "JOEY!!!!"
Having enough, I raise my right hand and smack Joey in the back of the head. His eyes meet mine in a cold stare... uh oh what did I do....! His facial expression softens, he lowers the belt and bit and lets out a chuckle. I couldn't help but smile, forgetting my anger just moments ago with him and join him in a laugh.
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NEXT GENERATION CHAMPIONSHIP
ALEXANDER ATWATER(c) vs RHONIN vs ROXXIE ROBERTS
The arena brightens with a turquoise tint, and fluorescent white lights flash on the stage, like a disco ball. "My Songs Know What you Did In The Dark" by Fall Out Boy hits the speakers, and a female chuckle is heard. A vocal group of fans can be heard cheering and chanting, but the reaction is mostly negative, as Roxxie Roberts appears from behind the stage, wearing her signature black leather jacket decorated with a thick glittered letter "R." She slaps her black leathered gloved fist in to her other palm before whipping her dark hair from her mocha-colored face, walking down the ramp with attitude. She grabs the bottom rope, facing the crowd, and pulls herself up to the ring with a smooth, one-armed strokem flipping over the top rope in an acrobatic style.
Alexis: "Welcoming to the ring… she weighs in at 145 pounds, hailing from Oakley, California.... she is... Roxxieeeeeee Roberts!"
Ricky: There she is- the love of my life. Wow, what a woman!
Chris: Oh, good grief…
The lights go out, and the fans begin buzzing amongst themselves, some audible cheers ringing out, as "Self vs. Self" by Pendulum, featuring In Flames, plays over the speakers. Dim red lights shine on the entrance ramp, and the silhouette of a man can be made out, but this time Rhonin isn’t kneeling. He is standing upright, with a smile on his face, as the lights come back on. The fans cheer, some boo, but mostly they chatter to each other, a noticeable change in Rhonin’s demeanor.
Alexis: “Next, weighing 230 pounds, from Los Angeles, California…the man they call “Rhonin!”
Rhonin chuckles for a moment, shaking his head. He gets to the ring, still smiling, and pulls himself up to the apron, entering over the middle rope. Roxxie applauds him excitedly, as the music cuts away.
Ricky: Rhonin seems like a changed man tonight, and after what happened between these two last week, I doubt he is happy.
Chris: Then how do you explain that goofy-ass grin on his face?
Ricky: He’s probably just happy to be in the presence of such a beautiful woman!
Chris: …I’m not talking to you anymore.
“Hunter Killer” by Annihilator begins to play, and the fans boo loudly. The song plays out for a moment, but nobody comes out. In the ring, Rhonin is laughing out loud, as Roxxie looks on in confusion. Rhonin sidesteps her, beckoning for a microphone from Alexis Lace. The crowd begins to grow silent, as the normally-reserve Rhonin begins to speak, still smiling.
Rhonin: Ladies and gentlemen, if I may beg your indulgence for just a moment. I have some late breaking news, from the PWX locker room! I regret to inform you that your champion, Alexander Atwater, will be unable to compete in tonight’s match!
Ricky: Wait…what the hell is he talking about?
Chris: I don’t know, but I can only guess that we’re not listening to Rhonin anymore…
A few fans cheer at the announcement, but more boo, and even more remain silent in shock and confusion, as they begin to suspect the worst.
Rhonin: You see, my friends, what you are listening to right now is more important than merely than the words of a mortal. What you hear right now is the winds of change, and these winds are beckoning a phenomenon known as “Natural Selection.” This means that only the strong survive! Well, friends- Alexander Atwater just wasn’t strong enough.
Now, Rhonin has the majority of the audience against him, as they jeer loudly; Roxxie listens to him in awe, hanging on every word.
Rhonin: But, fear not, my friends, because all is not yet lost. Yes, tonight, there will be a new Next Generation Champion. I’m a man of my word. Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Joey Harris…
An audible pop can be heard, but it fades quickly, as the booing and cat-calling takes over yet again.
Rhonin: …and tonight is the night that hope fails you.
The newly-minted Joey Harris throws the microphone to ringside, as an excited Roxxie jumps up and down, clapping ecstatically. She throws herself at Joey, but he puts his arms out, stopping her. She looks up at him, confused, as Joey smiles wickedly, grabbing a handful of Roxxie’s hair and tugging it. She gasps for a moment, but a look of excitement takes over, and the two kiss passionately, as the fans voice their disapproval.
Chris: There you have it, ladies and gents. His name is Joey Harris-…
Ricky: And he just stole my girl!
The kiss comes to an end, as Roxxie looks up shyly at Joey, biting her lip. Joey smirks, and quickly drops her with “The Way of the Warrior!” Roxxie crumbles to the floor, as Joey laughs triumphantly, soaking in the boos of the fans. He slowly gets on his hands and knees, and plants a gentle kiss on Roxxie’s forehead. The fans suddenly gasp in shock, giving a mixed reaction, and Joey looks over his shoulder to catch the champion, Atwater, running gingerly to the ring!
Ricky: Alexander Atwater is here, and he doesn’t look happy!
The PWX Next Generation Champion slides into the ring, as Joey quickly begins stomping at his torso. The larger Atwater pushes Joey off, getting to his feet and throwing some heavy right hooks to Joey’s head. This staggers him, but Joey takes advantage and dropkicks the left knee of Atwater, taking him to the mat. Joey follows up with a stiff kick to the same knee, and the champion groans in pain. Joey bites his lip, wearing a sick smile, as he stomps the knee yet again, finally forcing Alexander Atwater onto his back. Joey goes to work on the knee, torturing Atwater with a leglock submission, as he yells out in pain! Joey laughs out loud, tugging on the leg even more, but he doesn’t notice that Roxxie has recovered, and she baseball slides right into Joey’s head!
Gripping the back of his head, Joey rolls over onto his side as Roxxie over him. Atwater rolls out of the ring, holding his knee in agony. Roxxie uses her speed advantage to drop several knees onto Joey’s neck and the back of his head. Joey scampers to a corner on all fours, leaning against the post. Roxxie closes in and slaps him hard across the face. Joey pauses for a moment, stunned, and looks back at Roxxie. He smiles again, and Roxxie winks at him. Atwater takes advantage by crawling back into the ring, charging at Roxxie from behind and driving her into Joey. He uses this distraction by quickly rolling Roxxie into a pain, but Joey almost immediately counters with an elbow to the back of Atwater’s head, and wastes no time in going back to work on his leg.
Chris: Atwater is heavily favoring his left knee.
Ricky: Yeah, because that son of a bitch Rhonin-…
Chris: His name is Joey Harris, Ricky, and I think he has finally earned my respect!
Joey locks Atwater into a single-leg Boston Crab, stretching out his leg as he screams in pain. Roxxie quickly gets up and runs toward the corner, springboarding to the middle rope off of Atwater’s back, and connecting with a triangle dropkick to Joey, which knocks him to the floor and causes him to roll out of the ring. Roxxie turns her attention to Atwater’s injured leg, lifting it and driving it hard onto the mat. Alexander is able to fight her off, staggering his feet and dodging a dropkick from Roxxie, who crashes to the mat. The referee checks on her, as Atwater drags himself to the ropes to recover. Before he can pull himself up, Joey Harris sneaks up from the outside and strikes him hard across the face with the championship belt! Atwater crashes again to the floor, out cold, as Joey throws the belt aside, shrugging innocently as the fans boo. He quickly slides into the ring, the ref finally turning around as Roxxie slowly gets back on her feet. She turns around, and Joey licks his lips, taking a running start toward Roxxie.
Chris: Atwater is not getting up after that.
Ricky: That bastard is going to steal this victory. I thought Rhonin stood for honor and respect.
Chris: This man isn’t Rhonin, Ricky. Not anymore.
As Roxxie turns around, Joey connects again with “The Way of the Warrior,” and Roxxie quickly rolls to the outside. Joey dives onto Atwater with the cover.
1......
2..............
3....................
Ricky: That son of a bitch.
The bell rings, and Joey Harris smiles, staring out into the jeering crowd with a look of satisfaction in his eyes. The referee calls for the belt, and Joey quickly leaves the ring. “Here, let me get that for you!” He says with a grin, picking up the belt from where he had dropped it, and fastening it around his waist.
Alexis: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and new PWX Next Generation Champion…
Joey snatches the microphone from Alexis, short of breath, but finishes the announcement for her.
Joey: My friends…you are looking at…the future of Pro Wrestling X…your Next Generation Champion…Joey…Harris!
He tosses the microphone aside as his music hits, the fans booing loudly. As he turns the corner, he catches Roxxie recovering against the stairs. They exchange a glance, and Joey smiles sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders. He taps on the gold plate, and Roxxie smiles, out of breath. She rushes to catch up to Joey, throwing herself into his welcoming arms, as the two smile in celebration. Joey kisses her gently on the cheek, walking triumphantly up the ramp.
WINNER: RHONIN
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TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
MASCARA MUERTO(c) vs VOX POPULI
The bell rings and Muerto starts off the match with Daniel Everett across the ring from him. Everett exchanges some words to Muerto who just looks at Everett with a confused look. Everett pie faces Muerto and that wasn’t taken kindly as Muerto delivers a stiff right hand across Everett’s face. Everett doesn’t even move as Muerto delivers a few chops to Everett’s chest. Muerto goes into the ropes for a high flying maneuver but is met with a quick spine buster by Everett. Everett quickly makes the tag to Black and he wastes no time in going for the quick cover…
1!
Muerto quickly kicks out and tries to make the tag to his partner, but Black grabs the right ankle of Muerto and drags him across the ring. Black then delivers some elbow drops to Muerto’s right knee and smirks as Muerto is screaming in pain. Muerto reaches for his tag team partner De Norte as he is trying to get up, but Black quickly stops that with another elbow drop, this time across Muerto’s back. Muerto is rolling around in pain and Black goes for the cover again…
1!
…
Tw…
Muerto kicks out again and Black pulls Muerto back into his corner. Black tags in Everett and the two pull up Muerto into their corner. Black starts to talk a little bit of trash to Muerto and Everett grins as Everett delivers some stiff punches to the midsection of Muerto. Everett whips Muerto into the opposite corner and then attempts to deliver a running punch to the gut of Muerto, but Muerto moves out of the way. Everett’s shoulder quickly collided with the ring post and Muerto slowly made his way to his corner as Everett fell to his knees in the corner he collided with. Muerto tagged in his partner De Norte and the crowd was fired up. De Norte hit a shining wizard on Everett, but Everett was still on his knees. De Norte attempted another shining wizard, which connected right under the left eye of Everett. Everett swayed back a bit, but didn’t go down to the mat. De Norte screamed and connected with a third shining wizard. This time Everett went down to the mat and De Norte didn’t waste any time attempting a pinfall…
1!
…
2!
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Black got in the ring and broke up the pinfall. Everett slowly rolled out of the ring as Black started delivering stiff kicks and punches to De Norte. The ref was losing all control of this match as De Norte shoved Black out of the way and Muerto delivered a missile dropkick to Black. Black fell back into the ropes and as Black sprung back off the ropes to attempt to gain some momentum, De Norte connected with Quebradora Con Giro. De Norte attempted to grab Black for the cover, but black was smart and rolled out of the ring. De Norte spoke some Spanish and didn’t realize that Everett was in the ring…and the legal man. De Norte turned around to a stiff lariat from Everett. Everett dropped down for the pinfall attempt…
1!
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2!
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Thre…No!
Muerto broke up the pinfall attempt, but that only made Everett angry. Everett stood up as Muerto ran into the ropes to attempt something. Everett screamed as he caught Muerto and delivered a powerbomb that could be heard throughout the arena. Muerto wasn’t moving and Everett chuckled an evil chuckle as he looked down at De Norte. Everett grabbed Norte and sat him up on the top rope. Black had rolled back in the ring to see Everett deliver the Everett Driver to De Norte on top of the lifeless Muerto. De Norte held his back and Everett pinned De Norte for the attempt to win…
1!
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2!
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3!
WINNERS: VOX POPULI
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The backstage of Initiative is alive and buzzing with the sound of activity. Rookie star Brock Whitworth is seen standing by the food tables, taking in the whole atmosphere. From behind him, a voice breaks his daydream.
Axl: Brisbane, are you ready to rock!?!?
Brock turns to see the newest group in the PWX, The Crue World Order, heading up to him. They are all dressed in grunge rock clothing, with Axl and Tifa up front and Kev and Bing following close behind them. Brock chuckles slightly, but looks nonetheless pleased to see the group.
Axl: What’s the matter Brock, never been this close to a real rock star before?
Axl poses while Brock continues to smile to himself. Brock extends his hand, and the two men shake hands. Brock nods at the res tot the group, who return the gesture.
Brock: Something like that…so, this is The Crue World Order. I have to say, you guys have been good to talk to on twitter, but it’s nice to meet you. What do you think about the PWX so far?
Axl: It suits us, I suppose. We’re just here to kick ass and have a good time. And I’m thinking that the PWX is a very good place to start.
Tifa eyes the people passing by.
Tifa: Certainly enough competition to keep us busy.
Brock: You can say that again. Seems like a lot of people around here could use a little change in their attitude.
The Crue smiles, an idea seems to cross their collective mind.
Axl: You might just be right about that one, tell you what, we have some stuff to go iron out with Darin. You may be hearing from us very soon…
With that The CWO walks off, leaving Brock to his thoughts.
Brock: Well….That was weird.
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SINGLES MATCH
JOHN PARIAH vs TROY STONE
"Shooting Star" hits the PA system and the crowd begins to boo. Soon, Troy Stone walks up to the ramp, sporting his black and silver "No One Will Have It Better Than Me" t-shirt as Troy's JOAT assistant Megan Pierce, and Troy's heavy Bruce Bowen later walk out alongside him. Troy starts talking trash to the camera and the crowd as he throws his arms up with a smirk on his face. Troy points to himself and mouths out "Who Has it Better Than Me" before beginning his walk down to the ring.
Ring Announce: From Orlando, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds; Troy Stone!
Now throw your burdens out
And throw your heart to me
I don't know what'll come
We'll have to wait and see
Troy, Bruce and Megan walk down to the ramp as Troy walks with a cocky smirk on his face. Troy mouths off to the camera, talking himself up. He stops and at the crowd before walking to the steel steps. Megan and Bruce stay on the outside as Troy slowly walks up the steps. Troy enters the ring and circles the ring and ascends walks to the corner the top turnbuckle. He extends his arms and continues to point at himself.
Stone: IT'S SHOWTIIIIIME!
Like a shooting star
And you're falling from me
As you fade away
My heart skips a beat
Stone stands on the top turnbuckle as the boos rain in. Troy smirks before he jumps off the turnbuckles and takes off his shirt. Troy walks over to the corner and leans on the corner, getting ready for the match.
Chris: We have Troy Stone the former PWX world champion, ready to take on Hall of Famer John Pariah.
Ricky: There isn’t a lot of love lost between these two. This has been an intense month for the two of them.
Chris: Well, they’re not going to have much time to think about it now.
Ricky: No they won’t! Here comes John Pariah!
[Arena lights go out as the the melodic guitar intro is heard, and shots of the Chicago skyline are shown. The song begins to pick up steam, as we cut to a man on the roof-wearing a hood. He throws the hood back, as "Southtown" by The Ghost Inside hits the PA system-and shots of John Pariah are shown on the screen.]
Welcome to hard times,
Back again like it’s never been, for the first time
It seems to mess with my head.
So when I realize what it takes, can I relate?
With whatever, but never will it drive me to hate.
Could I be the next guy
That you take before I wake?
Now I lay me down to sleep, eyes tight when I pray.
This here is real life,
Circumstances make you think.
Should i be counting my blessings,
The next second my eyes blink.
[The crowd roars as John Pariah steps out onto the stage-with his arms in a crucifix. The lights sihlloutets his body-as he turns around and throws his right arm up in the air as the crowd pops.]
You’re in the southtown, you know that kid don’t play.
Put it down on the streets, will I see another day?
If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
And thank god that I made it alive.
[The crowd roars as he heads down the ramp, and slides into the ring-posing on the ropes as the music fades to black.]
The match kicks off with Stone and Pariah tying up in the center of the ring. Stone gets the go behind. Pariah quickly reverses out of it and shoves Stone chest first into the ropes. Pariah goes for a discuss elbow, but Stone ducks it on the rebound. Stone hooks Pariah in a half nelson. Pariah hits Stone with a snap mare to get out of it, and back kicks Stone as soon as Stone sits up. Stone gets up quickly, shakes off the kick, only to have Pariah throw a kick to his mid section. Stone bends over and Pariah hooks him for a snap suplex. Pariah attempts to pick Stone up but Stone blocks it. Pariah tries again and Stone again blocks it. Pariah tries to pick Stone up a third time, and Stone rolls backwards with a small package.
ONE
TWO!
Pariah kicks out.
Chris: Stone and Pariah kick this off. Pariah and Stone are trading reversals.
Ricky: Stone gets the Half Nelson! He might take him over backwards!
Chris: No, Pariah reverses and laid out a back kick that echoed in the arena. The fans are really pumped up for this Ricky.
Ricky: ONE! TWO! Pariah kicked! Stone went for something sneaky there in the beginning. He was trying to end this quickly, because he knows Pariah is a veteran.
Pariah gets up and catches Stone with a clothesline that lays Stone out as he gets up. Pariah picks up Stone and whips him into the opposite corner. Pariah charges in and hits Stone with a running clothesline. Stone stumbles out of the corner, and when he does, Pariah jumps out and hits him with a lung blower. Stone rolls flat on the mat and Pariah gets behind him putting him into a surf board. Pariah works Stone’s back for a minute before stomping him down into the mat. Pariah puts Stone in a side headlock, but Stone gets back to his feet. Stone picks Pariah up and hits him with a back suplex. Pariah topples and Stone lays flat. The crowd starts to clap and cheer both men on.
Crowd A: LET’S GO STONE!
Crowd B: LET’S GO PARIAH!
Chris: Pariah is a house of fire right now. He’s really schooling the up and comer.
Ricky: This is going to be a match for the ages Chris.
Chris: The fans are really into this Chris! They’re going nuts for these two!
Ricky: Stone got clear and dumped Pariah on his head.
Stone gets up slowly, and Pariah follows in suit. Pariah gets up a touch quicker, but as he comes in Stone starts to rifle off the right hands. The punches back Pariah up into the corner, and then Stone launches Pariah towards the other side. Pariah runs up the turnbuckle and goes to hit Stone with a moonsault. Stone catches Pariah, spins, and powerslams Pariah in the center of the ring. Stone lays on top of him and attempts a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Pariah kicks out.
Chris: Stone is coming back in this thing Ricky. He’s pushing Pariah back.
Ricky: Pariah puts on the breaks! Here we go!
Chris: Stone just caught him and powerslammed him! What a move!
Ricky: ONE! TWO! NOOO! It’s still on!
Stone picks Pariah up, and hooks him for a DDT, but Pariah reverses out, chickenwings Stone, and takes him over with a chicken wing suplex. Pariah gets up quickly, and picks Stone up. Pariah hits Stone with a fisherman’s suplex, rolls through it, picks him up again and then hits him with a fisherman’s michinoku driver. Pariah gets up, storms across the ring, and hits Stone with a running leg drop. Stone gasps and rolls around with Pariah circling behind him. Stone goes to get up and Pariah hooks him for Real Time Inertia, but Stone gets loose and plants Pariah on the mat with a DDT. Stone picks Pariah up and hooks him for the Absolute Divinity, but Pariah rolls out the back and hits Stone with a school boy roll up.
ONE!
TWO!
Stone kicks out!
Chris: Stone and Pariah are getting back to even. They’re both trading suplexes, holds, and counters like it’s no one’s business!
Ricky: The fans are just eating this up! OH! This could be it! It’s time for inertia to get real!
Chris: Stone reversed! He’s going for the kill!
Ricky: Pariah reversed! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! It’s not over!
Stone gets up and ducks Pariah’s incoming clothesline. Pariah turns around and Stone scoops him up for a death valley driver. Pariah spins out the back. Stone turns around and Pariah boots him in the gut. Pariah stuffs Stone and tries to pick him up for a piledriver. Stone struggles against it and falls back on his feet. Pariah tries to wrench Stone up again, but Stone picks him up and quickly hits him with the TombSTONE. Stone holds his legs down and pins Pariah as Pariah struggles to get free.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: TROY STONE
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Were taken backstage to the parking lot where we see a black limo from the view. The camera pans in closer as the limo appears to running. The camera pans closer and we see the driver's door open with the limo driver knocked unconscious.
Chris: What the hell is going on?
Ricky: Who's limo is that?!
As the camera pans towards the back, its fixes on the side where it says "Mr. Hollywood" on the side of the limo.
Ricky: OH FUCK! NO! That's Mr. Hollywood's limo...but....what the fuck is going on?
Chris: Beats the living hell out of me but this is.......different.
As the camera pans towards the door, it stops and fixates on the window as we see blood smeared all over from the inside of the window.
RIcky: Oh God this CAN'T be good....
Chris: I'm not one for bad puns but....the writing appears to be all over the wall on this one...
Ricky: Fuck you.
The camera then pans inside the limo as we see Mr. Executive himself, Brian Hollywood, laid out on the seat also unconscious. The camera isn't in full view, but Hollywood appears to be busted open.
Ricky: What the fuck happened to him?!
Chris: Hollywood is out!!
Ricky: Yes we can see that, but WHO did it?! It isn't like Hollywood to be caught off guard...something is going on here I can smell it...
The camera stays fixed on an unconscious Hollywood as the camera slowly fades to black.
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PWX CHAMPIONSHIP
JOHN OJEDA(c) vs SCHMEID
["Funeral Hymn" by Exodus blares across the PA System as John Ojeda comes valiantly carrying the PWX Championship across his waist. He carries a barbed wire baseball bat with him down to ring side and marches down to the ring rather angry. He immediately slaps hands with some of the fans. Ojeda lifts the PWX Championship and the bat high into the air. He doesn't care; he's about ready to fuck Schmied over.]
"Let not the sun go down on my wrath
I let it shake the world
Vengeance is the grudge I bear
flag of reckoning unfurled
You are the architect
of your own demise
so smile no more
I am the gatekeeper,
and you are mine for evermore
[Chorus:]
Come greet the reaper
You know the time is nigh
This is the day of reckoning,
your time to die
Brave men they spin in fear
At the sound of my voice
Say goodbye to life so dear
You no longer have a choice
Burnt black and silent,
rust and blood
upon my reapers blade
I come collect the tolls
gather up all the debts unpaid
I call when you least expect
but when you deserve it the most
Behold the timekeeper
the end is getting close"
Chris: To whom the bells toll as Ojeda walks out once again proudly carrying his nicely secured PWX Championship. Ojeda's overcome every challenge that's stepped into the ring with him since returning earlier this year. And Schmied will now be no exception.
Ricky: Yes, and unfortunately Ojeda will lose like a hooker to Schmied. When you talk about rampage, carnage, and destruction, you have to include Schmied. Both men the last time they collided with one another, almost murdered one another. It went to a brutal no contest. Let's look at the tale of the tape for one moment!
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Schmied
PWX Titles: None
PWX Accomplishment: Undefeated
Height: 6' 8"
Weight: 300 pounds
Age: 38
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And now for John Ojeda's stats:
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John Ojeda
PWX Titles: Three time PWX Champion, Hybrid Champion, and Evolution Champion
PWX Accomplishments: King of Deathmatch, PWX Triple Crown
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 240 pounds
Age: 38
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Chris: Ojeda claims Schmied hasn't earned his spot here, but clearly, you can see it from the boards there: both men are dead set even almost. Schmied's undefeated and has Ojeda in the height and weight category, but Ojeda won't back down and his determination's brought him multiple titles than anyone here in PWX holds. To say these two monsters won't tear down the house is an understatement.
[Ojeda immediately climbs the turnbuckle and holds up the PWX Championship belt and throws the barbed wired bat down. He immediately turns and cuts his throat and throws his arms into the air signifying he will bring down the Establishment. Ojeda immediately stands up, waiting for Schmied to come out to ring side.
Suddenly "Chalk Outline" blares over the PA System and Ojeda starts looking for Schmied. Darin Zion immediately walks down the ramp confidently as the crowd immediately starts to boo hatefully. The "fuck you Establishment" chants immediately emerge from the crowd and Darin Zion stands at ringside waving at Ojeda to distract him. Ojeda glares at him for a moment. However, suddenly, Schmied comes running out from the crowd carrying his blacksmith hammer. Before the referee can even see Schmied, Schmied immediately clobbers Ojeda stiffly in the head with the hammer. He starts to strike him stiffly with the hammer and hammers him in the stomach. Ojeda coughs for a moment as Schmied smiles and immediately grabs the chain from around his neck and starts choking Ojeda out with the chain after the bell rings. Ojeda's face starts turning blue and the referee starts counting to 5.]
1....
2....
3....
4...
5....
Alexis Lace: Winner of the first fall: John Ojeda via disqualification!
Chris: OH MY GOD! Not even 30 seconds into this match and Ojeda immediately gets his first victory cheaply. And Schmied's happy about this?!
Ricky: Call it a courtesy win because that's the only "fall" Ojeda will get on Schmied. These men will brutally take each other to the limit. Schmied's just making his statement now.
Chris: Oh, but just wait, Ojeda will come back swinging.
[The crowd boos as Schmied laughs at Ojeda. He immediately stomps on Ojeda as the second bell rings to indicate the next fall in the ironman match is going on. Schmied continues to stomp on Ojeda and the referee asks him to back away. Schmied doesn't, but Zion immediately commands his monster to do it and Schmied backs up.]
Crowd: FUCK YOU ESTABLISHMENT! WE WANT STRYKER! FUCK YOU ESTABLISHMENT! WE WANT STRYKER!
Ricky: Fuck these people they're hookers! Wanting Stryker in a real man's match.
Chris: Just shut up and call this "wonderful match." You know Ojeda'll kill Schmied.
[Schmied immediately picks Ojeda up and tosses him into the corner stiffly. As Schmied goes for the clothesline, Schmied immediately gets a boot straight into his head from Ojeda, and rather stiffly too. As Schmied backs up, Ojeda hits a running knee strike and immediately then grabs Schmied while he's down and locks in a knee bar. Ojeda tries to keep the knee bar in for a few moments, but Schmied immediately powers out of the move without hesitation. Ojeda immediately gets back to his feet, but Schmied immedately hops to his rather forcefully and glares at Ojeda. Both monsters collide and hit a few moves, but Ojeda starts to overpower Schmied. Ojeda get behind Schmied and hits a rather stiff German Suplex on Schmied. Ojeda sees the barbed wire baseball bat and immediately grabs it. Zion immediately starts yelling at the referee to try and stop Ojeda, but Ojeda kicks the referee, and immediately starts nailing Schmied with the barbed wire baseball bat. The referee immediately rings the bell and Ojeda immediately gets mad. Ojeda starts screaming in the referees face and Ref says he's enforcing the rules heavily tonight.]
Chris: It must be Zion's doing to heavily enforce the rules in this match.
Ricky: Clearly Ojeda's relied on weaponry and bull shit wrestling. This is a wrestling company not some run down garage sale federation like ECW.
Chris: Do you have to continue to drink Zion's Kool-Aid all the time. We want blood, we want sweat, we want tears, and pain. Not bullshit! Quit believing the lies.
Ricky: Whenever you stop giving the line Delieverence I will!
Chris: DELIEVERENCE!
Ricky: LIKE A HOOKER!
Alexis Lace: Here's your winner via disqualification: SCHMIED!
[Score: Ojeda: 1, Schmied: 1. Time: 57:00]
[Zion immediately jumps into the ring, but the referee forces him down and Ojeda immediately laughs as Schmied lays down on the ground. Ojeda immediately tries to go for the arm bar, but Schmied pushes him off. Schmied immediately charges towards Ojeda, but Ojeda connects with a stiff punch across Schmied's face. He immediately goes down. Ojeda then immediately sits on top of the monster and lays into him with a few punches for a moment. You clearly see a blade come from his hands, and he immediately starts rushing it across Schmied's face and body. Blood pours everywhere from Schmied's face as Ojeda laughs. Zion bitches towards the referee, but Ojeda points at Zion that if he doesn't shut up, he's next. Ojeda immediately picks up Schmied and hits a stiff German Suplex on the monster, driving his head first into the mat. Ojeda then grabs him and lock him into the gullotine choke, tight. Ojeda screams out "I don't need any weapons to make you choke bitch." Schmied starts grasping for air and the referee immediately starts to go for the five count.]
1...
2...
3...
4.......
Chris: Ojeda let go of the hold. Damn that bastard Schmied deserved to die. Ojeda's dominated this match and made a point to school the rookie.
Ricky: I'll give Ojeda that. He's coming off strong.
[Ojeda immediately gets back up and hits a stiff upper arm to Schmied, trying to knock him out, but immediately Schmied starts to no sell Ojeda's moves. Schmied grabs Ojeda's fist and immeidiately starts squeezing it rather stiffly, trying to break Ojeda's hand with his bare hands. Ojeda fires another punch at Schmied's jaw, but he shakes it off and immediately screams at Ojeda. He hoists Ojeda up and holds him above his head. He presses Ojeda in the air a few times before immediately tossing Ojeda stiffly into the barricade. The referee immediately glares at Schmied for a moment, but the Schmied screams at the ref begging him to DQ his ass. Schmied immediately goes on the outside and the referee starts the ten count. Schmied then grabs Wrath and immediately tosses him into the steel steps again like a rag doll. He then picks Wrath up and swings him by the legs and knocks Wrath's head into the steel steps while Zion distracts the referee. Schmied then tosses Ojeda head first into the stairs and Ojeda screams out in pain. Schmied takes Ojeda and immediately thows him into the barricade and spears him hellaciously into the steel. Ojeda scream in pain as Zion laughs in pleasure. The referee continues his count.]
4...
5...
6...
Chris: Ojeda's down and immediately trying to crawl back up to his feet. He won't give up.
Ricky: DIE OJEDA! DIE YOU FUCKING BASTARD! Schmied will kill you!
7...
8...
[Schmied's grabbing Ojeda and trying to carry him back towards the ring. Schmied carries him in a power bomb formation, ready to stiffly powerbomb the champion straight into the apron. As he gets towards the ring, Ojeda immediately cocks back his fist and immediately and awkwardly nails Schmied in the face with the Stiffest Right Hand in the Business. Ojeda then rolls into the ring.]
9....
TEEEEN!!!
Alexis Lace: Here's your winner via knock out and countout both: John Ojeda!
Chris: That should count as two victories! Two whole victories!
Ricky: No it shouldn't he knocked out by technicality. You don't make the rules, the wrestling committee and the Establishment do.
[Score: Ojeda: 2, Schmied: 1. Time: 45:00 left.]
Crowd: FUCK YES! FUCK YES! FUCK YES!
[Ojeda immediately goes back on the outside of the ring and immediately pulls Schmied mask first back into the ring. Ojeda tries to nail Schmied again with the Stiffest Right Hand in the Business again, but Schmied immediately grabs Ojeda and lands him into a Chicken Wing. Schmied holds Ojeda in the chicken wing for a while, weakening his shoulders and immediately drops him face first, stiffly into the mat. Schmied picks up Ojeda again and throws him into the ropes hitting a stiff power slam. Schmied immediately covers Ojeda.]
ONE!!!!
TWO!
[Ojeda kicks out and Schmied looks on rather shocked. Schmied hits the mat a few times out of anger. Schmied picks up Ojeda and immediately hits two of three triple power bombs on him neck first before finally, Ojeda immediately smacks Schmied across the face hard and he goes down. Ojeda immediately picks up Schmied and tries to hit him with a double armed DDT, but Schmied immediately tosses him into the referee by accident, and the referee hits the mat stiffly. Immediately EMTs come check out the referee and Zion starts to scream. Schmied and Ojeda immediately get back to their feet and know what's about to come.]
Ricky: It's now an all out war between these two men!
Chris: Yes and look how their charging down under the ring for weapons.
[Schmied immediately grabs a steel chair and Ojeda grabs one too but with barbed wire. They both get into the ring and glare at one another. Ojeda immediately nails Schmied in the side with the chair and Schmied shakes it off. Schmied cocks his chair back and stiffly smacks Ojeda with it, and he stands up. Both men trade chair shots until Schmied gets creative and nails Ojeda stiffly in the balls. Ojeda immediately groans for a moment while Schmied continues to lay straight into Ojeda with steel chair shot after steel chair shot. Zion throws a packet and something else into the ring, and Schmied looks at it rather...like he loves it.]
Ricky:YES! We haven't seen this yet from Schmied, but I've heard, he's pretty amazing at this shit.
Chris: What the fuck are you talking about?
Ricky: Just watch!
[Schmied immediately takes the packet and throws it in his mouth and bites down, he spits into Ojeda's face, lights the spark and immediately a huge fireball comes from out of Schmied's mouth and Ojeda's screaming in pain. Zion immediately sends a bag of thumbtacks, but we see a shoe immediately kick it out of the ring. The man's glaring at Zion and immediately smiling out of revenge.]
Chris: JERRY CLARK?! He's a REFEREE?!
Ricky: WHAT THE FUCK? The Establishment wouldn't hire him!
Chris: No but maybe this is from these new investors Zion keeps bickering about? I don't know, but a change has been made.
[Jerry Clark immediately argues with Zion and points to his official refs licence and papers and Zion groans. Zion immediately sits back and watches on as Schmied picks up Ojeda and immediately sets him in for the Blitzkreig Hammer. As Schmied immediately tries to throw Ojeda down, Ojeda uses his weight and immediately flips Schmied over and puts him into the Viking Sledgehammer. Jerry smiles but remains unbias. Ojeda immediately hits the Viking Sledgehammer onto a set of thumbtacks. He covers his foot down.]
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOO!
Crowd: Let's go Ojeda! Let's go Ojeda! Let's go Ojeda!
Chris: Into the bag of thumbtacks, I was completely sure he'd get that pin. Schmied's definitely getting pissed off. You can tell it. But Ojeda's about ready to go to town.
Ricky: NO! NOT THE WEEDWHACKER!
[Immediately Ojeda pulls out a weedwhacker and starts to nail Schmied in the balls with it. Schmied starts to scream as Ojeda then pulls out a few kenzans out of his hands. Zion immediately gets up on the turnbuckle and Jerry Clark immediately starts to step in, but immediately Ojeda goes over to Zion and nails him with the Stiffest Right Hand in the Business. Zion goes flying off the turnbuckle and into the barricade. Ojeda then climbs up the turnbuckle and immediately and tries to land The Nuke Launcher into Schmied's chest, but Schmied immediately lands his boot across Ojeda's face. Schmied immediately lands a boot to Ojeda's face. Schmied then captures Ojeda and nails a Blitzkreig Hammer from out of nowhere.]
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Alexis Lace: Here is your Winner and...
[Score: Ojeda: 2, Schmied: 2. Time: 23:57 left.]
[Ojeda immediately wakes up and gets back up to his feet. He starts landing stiff punches to Schmied's face. He then cocks back and upper cuts him right into the jaw. Ojeda then picks up Schmied and nails a stiff suplex into the steel steps brought into the ring by Schmied earlier. Ojeda immediately climbs towards the turnbuckle and hits the Nuke Launcher with perfection and with passion. Ojeda picks up Schmied and launches him into the turnbuckle. Jerry Clark immediately goes in to check on both men. Ojeda picks Schmied up and launches him into a super burning hammer with fast pace easy. Ojeda gets back to his feet and pins Schmied.]
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Chris: I CANNOT BELIEVE IT! OJEDA PINNED SCHMIED FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!
Ricky: Oh fuck! We're about to see World War III go down. Grant it, he's still undefeated right now. But honestly, I don't think anyone wants to be Ojeda.
[Score: Ojeda: 3, Schmied: 2. Time: 18:27 left.]
[Schmied wakes up and Zion finally does after a while and realizes the crowd's chanting "Thank You Wrath! Thank you Wrath! Thank you Wrath! And he sees the replay. Zion immediately goes nuts and runs into the ring and starts to attack Ojeda. Jerry Clark immediately gets in Zion's face and Zion picks him up and hits a Delusions of Grandeur on him stiffly and tosses him out of the ring. Zion goes to grab a lead pipe and starts to beat the shit out of Wrath's leg...but Wrath grabs the pipe and immediately goes to swing it for Zion's ribs. As soon as Wrath grabs the pipe, Schmied rips it from out of his hands and nails Ojeda directly in the head. Schmied immediately goes under the ring and grabs a cheese grater and starts shredding Ojeda's skin. Another referee comes out and starts looking at the carnage with Jerry Clark laying out cold and decides, why the fuck not, let these two men go for it. After Schmied grabs Ojeda, he immediately takes a piece of glass that Zion's handed him and sets it in the corner. However, Ojeda notices as he gets up and smiles. Ojeda grabs Schmied in german suplex position and hits 1...2...and THREE suplexes with the last one colliding with the glass and shattering all over Schmied's head. Schmied immediately holds his head for a moment while Ojeda grabs him and places him in the Ankle Lock.]
Chris: Now he's wanting Schmied to tap. THAT'S IT OJEDA!
Ricky: Shut up! Ojeda's worthless, just look at Schmied! He's pulling himself viciously over towards the corner.
Chris: HOLY SHIT! I've never seen such power! He's pulling Ojeda along.
[Schmied pulls Ojeda towards the ropes and the referee breaks the hold. Both men struggle back to their feet and start trading the typical boo, yay punches. Ojeda gets the upper hand, but Schmied immediately picks Ojeda up above his head. He rushes over to the turnbuckle and drops Ojeda head first into the turnbuckle. Schmied then grabs a big piece of glass and immediately jabs it into Ojeda's right hand. Ojeda starts to scream as Schmied sadistically cuts into Ojeda's skin. Schmied then once again picks up Ojeda. He rushes out towards the outside of the ring, grabs a table and sets it on fire. Schmied picks up Ojeda and hits the Blitzkreig Hammer. He pulls Ojeda out of the fire and immediately pins him.]
ONE!!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
[Score: Ojeda: 3, Schmied: 3. Time: 9:45 left.]
[Both Schmied and Ojeda lay still in the ring for a moment as they've gone through hell. Ojeda pulls himself back up, burnt and charred and glares at Schmied. Schmied immediately gets back up and look at Ojeda. Both men immediately tie up. Ojeda immediately kicks Schmied in the stomach and hurls him down towards the mat with a double armed DDT. Ojeda then rushes outside the ring and pulls out a tazer. He immediately tries to shock Schmied, but Zion kicks it out of his hands and towards the announcers booth. Zion grabs his shoe and starts trying to clobber Ojeda with it, but he rips it out of Zion's hands. Ojeda reaches under the ring and immediately gets a bag of thumbtacks. He throws them into Zion's shoe, then grabs Schmied's face and obliterates it with the tacks side driving straight into Schmied's face. Schmied rolls around and Ojeda then grabs him and immediately locks Schmied into an armbar. Schmied then yells in a primal rage, but crawls once again to the ropes. Ojeda then picks up Schmied and tirade of suplexes in the ring.]
Ricky: I cannot keep up with this match!
Chris: It's fucking insane! I haven't seen something this intense in a long time since Cage of Death. Well, it's not like Cage of Death, but both men are trying to destroy one another.
[Ojeda immediately grabs a couple of glass boards and sets them on the steel steeps. He pours a shit ton of thumbtacks all over the spot and puts a table over it, and sets a barbed wire spider web on it. However as Ojeda finishes his alter, Schmied immediately low blows Ojeda.]
Crowd: FUCK YOU SCHMIED! FUCK YOU SCHMIED!
Ricky: YES! It's time for our boys to finish it off. Zion's found the tazer.
Chris: No fucking way it's going to end like this!
[Schmied grabs Ojeda by the arms and Zion emerges in the ring with the tazer. Zion immediately taunts the crowd and yells at the top of his lungs, bowing to his knees while Schmied headbutts Ojeda.]
Zion: Time to realize the prophecy of perfection!
BOOOOOO!
Chris: The tazer is on! I cannot...no! NO!
Ricky: HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCKING FUCK!
Chris: Schmied got tazed by Zion! Schmied got tazed by Zion! Holy fuck we've got 30 seconds left and Ojeda dodge out of the way of that.
[Immediately Ojeda grabs the tazer and quickly shocks Zion in the head. He takes the lifeless body of Schmied and immediately bows in front of his alter of torture. Ojeda signals to finish it quickly as time counts down to fifteen seconds. Ojeda immediately picks up Schmied quickly and STIFFLY plants him into the mess he created head first and stiffly. The clock starts down to 10 seconds and Ojeda immediately pulls off Schmied from the rubble and slowly cover him.]
ONE (THREE)
TWO (TWO)
THREE (ONE)!!!!!
BUZZZ
Alexis Lace: Here's your winner and STILL PWX WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: JOHN OJEDA!
Chris: The streak is broken and look at Zion who's recovering!
Ricky: NO, our Black smith, our savior!
[Ojeda immediately goes over to Schmied and spits on him and looks pleasantly surprised as the crowd goes nuts and he walks off through the crowd and holds the PWX championship above his head. Zion immediately rushes over to Schmied as officials check on him. Zion's face looks that of the Undertaker Streak guys and immediately is brightly highlighted. Zion sits in shock as the crowd celebrates Ojeda's triumphant win in the crowd.]
WINNER: JOHN OJEDA
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*STATIC*
Snow once again cuts into the feed. A male voice calls out through the static --
"Darin Zion... you call yourself a 'King'. But you're no King, Darin. You're a dictator. Nothing more, nothing less. And you may ask, who am I to speak of the almighty, great & powerful Darin Zion? Well, allow me to introduce myself. The name's Axl. Axl VanHalen. King of The Crue. A REAL 'King'.
"See, there's a difference between you and I, Darin, as I'm sure you're well aware of. If you saw the promo vid I sent out, sitting by myself in a darkened alley-way, then it's clear isn't it? You're a suit and tie. I'm a 'shredded jeans & dingy tee' sorta guy. But the difference goes far deeper than the shallow outer shell.
"Sure, we're both 'kings'. But we follow two seperate paths. You claim to be a 'Savior', but you're no Savior, are you Darin? No... you're self-serving. I see through you, I see where your loyalties lie, and I see they lie squarely on the man in the mirror. You betrayed your beliefs for the almighty dollar.
"While I? I wouldn't sell my soul for all the money in Fort Knox. I and the rest of my FAMILY, The Crue, we aren't in this for the fame, the fortune, the power or the glory. And unlike practically every other man and woman in this business, we're not even in this game for the gold. No...
"My court is a roundtable of men and women who don't serve me. They serve this industry. They fight so that this business may persevere. We grew UP...on this business. We didn't have a THING handed to us, we grew up on streets just like those in the promo I sent out. We fought every day of our lives, and when we got home from school? We had to find a solace. We found wrestling, we found a world we could escape into and out of the hell we called reality.
"Darin... doubt us, look DOWN on us. Spit on us, kick us aside, USE US. Tell us to play by YOUR rules, YOUR list of demands. Try to conform us. Try to confine us to your little box. Try to break us down and fit us into YOUR mold. Try to assimilate us, and cast those who don't aside like garbage.
"TRY...and hold us down.
"For if you do?
We...will...rise.
Beat us down,
Knock us to the ground?
And we will rise.
Stack the odds against us,
Disregard our talent and glorify your own,
And we. WILL. Rise.
Chew us up, spit us out,
Leave us for DEAD?"
Suddenly, the static vanished in a split second, and we were left with the image of a face. His eyes stared through a room of darkness, directly into the camera
"We.
Will.
Rise.
"My NAME...is Axl Van Halen. And the following announcement has been paid for, by The Crue World Order."
As these words leave his lips, static once again rips through the screen. A video then comes into view --
"Call me a traitor.
I'm just collecting your victims.
They're getting stronger...
"I hear them calling."
.:5.7.14:.
Mark the date.
Don't be late.
*static*
Snow once again cuts into the feed. A male voice calls out through the static --
"Darin Zion... you call yourself a 'King'. But you're no King, Darin. You're a dictator. Nothing more, nothing less. And you may ask, who am I to speak of the almighty, great & powerful Darin Zion? Well, allow me to introduce myself. The name's Axl. Axl VanHalen. King of The Crue. A REAL 'King'.
"See, there's a difference between you and I, Darin, as I'm sure you're well aware of. If you saw the promo vid I sent out, sitting by myself in a darkened alley-way, then it's clear isn't it? You're a suit and tie. I'm a 'shredded jeans & dingy tee' sorta guy. But the difference goes far deeper than the shallow outer shell.
"Sure, we're both 'kings'. But we follow two seperate paths. You claim to be a 'Savior', but you're no Savior, are you Darin? No... you're self-serving. I see through you, I see where your loyalties lie, and I see they lie squarely on the man in the mirror. You betrayed your beliefs for the almighty dollar.
"While I? I wouldn't sell my soul for all the money in Fort Knox. I and the rest of my FAMILY, The Crue, we aren't in this for the fame, the fortune, the power or the glory. And unlike practically every other man and woman in this business, we're not even in this game for the gold. No...
"My court is a roundtable of men and women who don't serve me. They serve this industry. They fight so that this business may persevere. We grew UP...on this business. We didn't have a THING handed to us, we grew up on streets just like those in the promo I sent out. We fought every day of our lives, and when we got home from school? We had to find a solace. We found wrestling, we found a world we could escape into and out of the hell we called reality.
"Darin... doubt us, look DOWN on us. Spit on us, kick us aside, USE US. Tell us to play by YOUR rules, YOUR list of demands. Try to conform us. Try to confine us to your little box. Try to break us down and fit us into YOUR mold. Try to assimilate us, and cast those who don't aside like garbage.
"TRY...and hold us down.
"For if you do?
We...will...rise.
Beat us down,
Knock us to the ground?
And we will rise.
Stack the odds against us,
Disregard our talent and glorify your own,
And we. WILL. Rise.
Chew us up, spit us out,
Leave us for DEAD?"
Suddenly, the static vanished in a split second, and we were left with the image of a face. His eyes stared through a room of darkness, directly into the camera
"We.
Will.
Rise.
"My NAME...is Axl Van Halen. And the following announcement has been paid for, by The Crue World Order."
As these words leave his lips, static once again rips through the screen. A video then comes into view --
"Call me a traitor.
I'm just collecting your victims.
They're getting stronger...
"I hear them calling."
.:5.7.14:.
Mark the date.
Don't be late.
*static*
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MAIN EVENT
6 PACK TLC MATCH
HYBRID CHAMPIONSHIP
TJ CODAIR(c) vs ANTON CHASE vs MATTHEW PRINCE vs DARIN ZION vs TIAMI TYLER vs TIMOTHY HUNT
Alexis Lace: Ladies and gentlemen... it is NOW TIME, for YOUR, PWX Initiative main event of the evening!! A Tables, Ladders and Chairs Six-Pack Challenge, and it is for the Pro Wrestling X HYBRID Championship..... of the Woooorld!!
[The crowd roars its approval. The lights then cut out suddenly to the arena. The crowd calms down to a mixed chorus of anticipation and wonders. The opening drum line and riffs to Kreator’s “Impossible Brutality” begin to blast out from the speaker stacks situated on either side of the entrance of the stage.]
Alexis Lace: Weighing in at two-HUNDRED and forty pounds, standing six foot four... PWX faithful, this IS Matthew...PRIIIINCE!!
[Matthew Prince emerges from the backstage to a mixed chorus of cheers and boos. As he makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring, he pays little attention to the cheers and jeers coming from the crowd in attendance around him.]
Chris: Prince looks ready!!
Ricky: Prince looks like he's ready to break a few necks...
Chris: And you better believe, that in a match like this? Something like that is almost inevitable.
Ricky: Ya got that right, Chris. Tables, ladders and chairs line the ringside area, and before tonight is done, there WILL be a champion. But I can't very well say any of the six people in this contest will be 'winners'...
Chris: A match like this takes years off any man or woman's career. But the reward is enough for all six of these PWX stars to put EVERYTHING on the line.
[Approaching the edge of the ring, Prince reaches up and grabs the middle rope. In one fluid motion he hoists himself up onto the edge of the ring and over the ropes. Landing on the heels of his wrestling boots, he begins to bounce to the left and right on his feet warming up in anticipation of the upcoming match.]
Alexis Lace: Next up, representing The Establishment--
[The fans immediately raise their voices in a chorus of boos. "Two Weeks" by All That Remains hits the PA as blue lights flash.]
Alexis Lace: --she is the "Icy Princess", Tiami...TYLER!!
[Tiami comes out on stage smiling as the fans jeer. She skips her way down the ramp, before getting into the ring. She just smiles, posing for the crowd, who show their distaste for The Establishment's resident 'Princess'. She then awaits her opponents.]
Alexis Lace: Next, representing the ANTI-Establishment--
[The fans now lift their voices, cheering, and clapping their hands together. Black and blue lights shine on the stage as "1.000.000 Lightyears" by Amaranthe begins to play on the loud speakers.]
Alexis Lace: He weighed in tonight at an even 220. Stands 5 feet, NINE inches, he is a former TWO TIME PWX Hybrid Champ, he is the MASTER of the 'StoryTeller'... TIMOTHY...Huuuuunt!!
[Timothy walks out and walks towards the ring with Jessica Harmony by his side.. Timothy gets in the ring as Jessica cheers him on. The music continues to play as Timothy poses for the crowd real quick before he turns towards the stage, awaiting the next competitor...]
[As "Faint" by Linkin Park blasts over the pa system, white smoke fills the entrance way as a person is seen behind the smoke.]
Alexis Lace: Next, he is the self-proclaimed 'Wrestling God', 'The Master of The Suplex', and a former Hybrid Champion in his own right... Anton...CHASE!!
[The person steps forward in front of the white smoke revealing himself to be Anton Chase. He makes his way down the ramp way, with a cocky smile on his face and his arms out at the side, he climbs in the ring and climbs the second ropes and puts one hand up in the air.]
[The guitars and cymbals slam as "From the Outside" by All that Remains kicks on the loudspeakers.]
Alexis Lace: Next, weighing 245 pounds, standing 5'11, and walking in tonight as the PWX Hybrid CHAMPION. He is, TJ... Coddaaaiiirrr!!
[Codair's entrance video plays, as TJ Codair steps out from the back. He holds his left arm, still visibly reeling from his recent match against Anton Chase.]
Chris: Codair still suffering from that injury handed to him by Chase this past week on Adrenaline.
Ricky: A couple armbreakers followed by a hammerlock, and I'm tellin' ya... things don't look too good for the champ's reign. Throw in not one, not two, not three, not FOUR, but FIVE challengers? I gotta say, it looks like Codair's days on top are numbered.
Chris: I wouldn't count him out quite yet, Rick. This man is a fighter. Come hell or high water, he will not back down. Regardless of the injury there is no quit in TJ Codair. And if he goes down? He goes down swingin', ain't no doubt about it...
[TJ makes his way down to the ring, quickly rolling in as the fans are heard chanting Codair's name. He walks over to the turnbuckles and climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle, he looks out to the fans.]
"From the outside, stand and judge like enemies.
Opened eyes see reality...
Trying all the while to knock me down this tragedy.
"And the days turn to memories."
[He pounds his right fist into his heart 3 times and holds his fist out to the fans. Codair then turns and jumps off the turnbuckles as the music dies down. Still clearly favoring his arm, he holds the Hybrid Championship at his side as he cracks his neck. TJ looks down at the title belt, shaking his head, and savoring the gold in his hands. He then walks to the ropes, before handing the championship out to the timekeeper. The Codair chant is heard throughout the arena, as he waits for the match to begin...]
Alexis Lace: And FINALLY...
["Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the PA System. The lights go down and a giant spotlight hits the arena as the crowd boos raucously.]
Chris: These Florida fans showing their EXTREME disdain for Mr. Zion!!
Ricky: He may be hated worldwide, but make no mistake about it. He ALWAYS receives the loudest reaction of anyone on the roster.
Chris: Yeah. And it's always a negative one...
[Darin Zion walks through the curtains in a pair of camo shorts, wearing a pair of jet black shades over his eyes. He gazes out at the capacity crowd, then down at his five opponents... looking like he's prepared for war.]
Alexis Lace: Hailing from Chicago, ILLINOIS! He weighs in tonight at an amazing two-HUNDRED...and thirty-five pounds!!
[As the light hits Zion, he walks past the crowd, glaring down at all five combatants who surround the ring.]
"Hail to the king, hail to the one
Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun
Hail to the king
Hail!
Hail!
Hail!
The King..."
Alexis Lace: Ladies and gentlemen, he's a former grand slam champion. FUTURE Hall-of-famer. And he is the current owner of PWX and our SAVIOR: Daaaariiinnn......ZIIIIIIIOOOOON!!!
Chris: Lacey's gotta be loaded with cash by now!!
Ricky: What gives you that idea?
Chris: Zion's STILL having her roll out that self-serving drivel. Every time she does, that's another fifty grand in the lovely lady's bank account...
Ricky: DAMMIT CHRIS!! She gives that intro because every last WORD of it is the truth!! Former Grand-Slam Champ? Check. Future Hall-of-famer? Check. Owner and SAVIOR of PWX? Check, check, and DOUBLE CHECK!!
Chris: Self-obsessed egomaniac? Check.
Ricky: ...I hate you...like a hooker
]Darin Zion bows and smiles as he embraces the crowd booing him. Darin sticks his arms up in the air and pyro goes off. Zion jumps up and down, amping himself up for a moment. He then charges the ring and slides in beneath the bottom rope. He climbs the turnbuckle, where the boos continue to get louder and louder, as outside the ring, all five stare him down. Even Tiami is looking on in hatred, after the words Zion had for her.]
Chris: There's no denying this man has a target planted squarely on his back.
Ricky: And ya wanna know what he says to that?...Bring it on.
[Darin hops down from the turnbuckle, and glares out across the sold out stadium. He smirks conceitedly to himself, before slipping the sunglasses off and handing them over to Alexis. The ring announcer carries the shades with her as she departs from the ring... and the other five competitors make their way inside it. The referee slides in under the bottom rope, signals for the bell, and the main event of The Initiative is underway!!
TJ Codair, Timothy Hunt, Anton Chase & Matthew Prince IMMEDIATELY set their sights on Zion, and the Establishment leader looks more than a bit uneasy. He begs off a bit...before Tiami stands in front of him, gazing across the ring at the four men staring down her boss. She doubles up her fists, going on the defensive for Darin... he smiles and nods his head... before--]
Ricky: Holy SHIT!! What does that JEZEBEL think she's doing?!
Chris: Tiami Tyler just BITCH-SLAPPED Darin Zion!!
Ricky: What the FUCK, seriously?! Doesn't that woman know her place?! That man and our glorious owner Brian Hollywood MADE her who she is today and they can just as easily break her!
Chris: Well Darin Zion did say it's every man for themselves, and honestly, Tiami is following protocol.
Ricky: Yeah....but...
Chris: So shut up! Zion wants Tiami to give that illusion. Don't get me wrong, I know they're up to something. It is the Establishment after all.
[Darin holds the palm of his hand against his face, before glancing down at it, and then back up at Tiami. He mouths the words "you just made a big, BIG mistake little girl"...he then yanks Tiami by the hair, and slings her across the ring, watching as she topples to the canvas. He looks back up, and in a SPLIT second, Matthew Prince has leveled him with a BRUTAL lariat.]
Chris: Darin Zion still cannot believe how well Tiami's selling this 'betrayal'. Darin had his focus on Tiami and he paid for it with a vicious clothesline from Prince!!
Ricky: That ungrateful wench BETRAYED our glorious leader! She's a damned Benedette Arnold is what she is!!
Chris: ...dont'cha mean 'Benedict'?
Ricky: And when's the last time you heard of a gal named 'Benedict'?
Chris: I dunno, when's the last time you heard a gal named 'Benedette' in this day and age?
Ricky: ...good point.
[Prince hooks Zion by the head, before lifting him back to a vertical base. He whips Zion into the ropes, and on the rebound, he lowers down, sending Darin up and over, CRASHING to the canvas with a backbody drop. Prince then lowers down over Zion and begins to deliever fist after fist to the face. Meanwhile, Tiami is still barely moving on the mat, and Timothy Hunt looks to be moving in to meet her as soon as she gathers her bearings. TJ Codair and Anton Chase slug it out, Chase naturally zoning in on the injured left arm of Codair.]
Chris: Anton Chase fell short in claiming the Hybrid title from Codair in the main event of Adrenaline. But it appears as if the work he began on that night is paying off here at Initiative!
Ricky: That's what I call strategy! He injured the champ, and now? TJ's nothin' more than a bag of bones ready to be picked at. Anton's done the damage, and it's only a matter of time before Codair drops. New champ here tonight folks, it's academic.
Chris: I said it once, I'll say it again, do NOT count out TJ Codair. This man is a machine in the ring.
Ricky: Yeah, he is, and the funny thing about a machine? You break one gear...ONE gear. And the whole thing falls apart.
[Chase grabs TJ by his left arm, before hitting another armbreaker, picking up right where he left off last week. Codair slowly picks himself back up, but Anton strikes TJ down with a wicked implant DDT. He then lays in the boots, as Codair tries to shield himself.]
Ricky: What did I tell you?! Only a matter of time folks, only a matter of time. Tick, TOCK!!
Chris: Rick, the match has only just begun, and you know as well as I do that this business has seen its fair share of shocking comebacks. If you're already counting Codair out, claiming a 'new champ', you have a lot to learn. Especially about this man. I gotta feeling that by the end of this match, Chase is gonna regret injuring Codair's arm, just you wait and see...
[Meanwhile, Tiami has finally regained her footing, and as she does, Timothy catches her with a boot to the gut. She doubles over, and Hunt plants her with a quick belly-to-belly suplex, sending her crashing into the corner. Tim then stalks toward her, but as he approaches, Darin blindsides him with a lightning fast roundhouse kick!!]
Ricky: Our esteemed Establishment SAVIOR has just nailed Timothy Hunt right in the FACE with that knockout blow!
Chris: After laying down a brutal assault on Darin, Prince has been taken out of the equation momentarily. The cameras didn't catch it, but Zion managed to aquire a steel chair and lay him down for the time being.
Ricky: Prince is out beside our announce table, and it looks as if the fire that was burning so brightly minutes ago has already died out!!
Chris: Ricky, just like with Codair, ya gotta give a man time. He may look out of it right now, but in this game, things can change drastically, and in a hurry.
[Darin Zion taunts the fallen Hunt, before turning his attention to Tiami. He still holds the steel chair he used to bring down Prince, and he has an evil look in his eyes, and a menacing grin spread across his face.]
Chris: Oh dear lord no, he wouldn't...
Ricky: Oh yes he WOULD, and you know DAMNED well she'd deserve it!! She brought all of this down upon herself when she took his words far too personally! He is a businessman, first and foremost, and he simply said what he did in the interest of business!
Chris: He ran her down like she was an animal, you blind sycophant!!
Ricky: He was simply building a credible main event, cuz God KNOWS none of these other 'stars' did the job! He wanted asses in these seats, he wanted people to PAY to see this match, and look around Chris! Is this a sold-out arena? You're damned right it is, and it's because of ONE MAN. Darin. Fucking. Zion.
Chris: Yes. Because there surely isn't an entire roster of talent in this company, each with their own fanbase. Face it, Ricky, a company isn't built on the foundation of one, it's built on the backs of MANY. PWX wouldn't be here if it weren't for men like Brian Hollywood, TJ Codair, Timothy Hunt, Troy Stone, Adam Stryker, John Ojeda, John Pariah, Noah Hanson, Elijah Black, NIGHTHAWK. Men AND women that have poured their blood, their sweat, their tears, their heart and their soul into this company. Broken bones, torn muscle and battered bodies. Darin Zion is one part of a whole. And I think it's about time he realized that.
Ricky: Well, right now? He's 'realizing' that Tiami's battered body is ready for the killshot. He's gonna cap her like Old Yeller, and it's gonna be a MERCY killing. It's gonna be for her own good! LAY DOWN TIAMI!! Do the smart thing for once.
[Darin closes in on Tiami, as she clings to the ropes in the corner, trying with all her might to make it to her feet. Darin is inches away from her when--]
Chris: OH YEAH!! Now THAT'S a 'killshot' if I ever saw one!!
Ricky: That BITCH!! Tiami Tyler just kicked Darin Zion right in the NUTS!!
Chris: And the bastard falls like the sack ah shit he is!
Ricky: She may have gotten her 'payback', but after tonight she's gonna get a PINK SLIP!! Someone's about tah get 'Future Endeavored'! Say hello to Calibanned for me, 'Princess'!!
Chris: Darin is squirming on the canvas, holding his 'grapefruits', and Tiami is standing tall. She just spit right on the fallen Zion!!
Ricky: Insult to injury! And it's an insult she's gonna PAY for, mark my words!!
[Meanwhile, Anton Chase and TJ Codair have taken things to the outside, where Chase slams Codair's face into a propped up table. Chase then whips Codair toward the announce position, where Prince has slowly began to make his way to his feet. Anton makes his way toward Codair, before snapping off a step-up enziguri to the mush. Codair stumbles backward, before falling against the announce desk. Chase sees his opening, and begins pounding a few closed-fists into TJ's skull. He then grabs a ladder, and begins to head for the ring...before turning his eyes back toward Codair.]
Chris: Oh no, it looks as if Anton Chase has something in mind for the Hybrid Champion!!
Ricky: I TOLD YOU!! Chase is about to finish Codair, and I'm not just talkin' about a title reign, I'm talkin' about a CAREER!! As in he's gonna be done, finished, KAPUT. Ta ta, farewell, ciao, adios, saiyanara, hasta la bye bye, TALK TAH YA LATER TJ!! Hope ya like retirement, ya SCHMUCK!! We're already in Florida, he can just STAY HERE!!
Chase stands the ladder up, before making his ascension. Rung by rung, he always keeps his eye on Codair below. Anton Chase stands at the top, looking down at Codair, who's still barely concious, draped over the announce table.
Chris: Rick, we better get outta here, this spot's about to become ground zero and we don't wanna get caught in the crossfire!
Chris and Ricky flee the scene, standing beside the timekeeper, as Chase raises a fist to the sky. But wait a minute...
Chris: WAIT A MINUTE!! TJ is stirring, and he's off of the table! He was playing possum the whole time!!
Ricky: The rat bastard, he was faking it!! He's a liar, what kinda champ is he?!
Chris: A FIGHTING one, that's what kind, just as I said! This man knows no quit, no matter the circumstances. Anton Chase said he 'let' himself lose, that he 'allowed' it. Well TJ Codair just 'allowed' Anton to think he'd put the champ down for the count but now? He's climbing the ladder, and he's about to leave an impression on Anton Chase that the kid will never forget!!
[TJ scales the ladder, and starts to wallop Anton with fist after fist to the head, climbing closer and closer to the top with every punch to the skull. TJ stands before an absolutely horrified Anton Chase, who TJ grabs by the head, before BASHING him into the top of the steel ladder!! Codair then hooks Chase...]
Chris: Oh..my...GOD. He wouldn't, he COULDN'T...
Ricky: That crazy sunnuvaBITCH is gonna drop Chase off the top of that ladder with the Shatterstar!! He does this and he's DEAD, the man's already injured... what kinda PSYCHO would risk his own health just to prove a point?!
Chris: The kind that's been pushed one step too far! Chase tried to take out Codair. Now? It's payback time.
[Codair looks out to the fans, and it's clear who they're firmly behind. He grins, ever so slightly. In his eyes, you can just tell... whether he walks away from The Initiative with the strap, he's about to get precisely what he came for here tongiht. Codair slowly drags his thumb across his throat, signaling for the end. Hooking Anton, TJ spins ever so slightly, but enough to bring Anton as well as himself soaring down, through the air, and toward the announce table below...]
*CRASH*
[Anton Chase lies in the wreckage, Codair as well. But while he looks as if he could have another injury on his hands, the champ can't help but show off a small smile...knowing he just put Chase out of commision.]
Chris: The belt might change hands, but DAMMIT if Anton Chase didn't just learn a lesson he won't soon forget!!
Ricky: And that lesson? Don't fuck with TJ Codair. Message sent, loud and clear...
[Meanwhile, Prince immediately tosses Hunt over the top rope. Prince immediately reaches under the ring and pulls out some leftover thumbtacks and a few fish hooks. He also grabs some barbed wire and starts looping the fish hooks with it.]
Chris: Oh fuck! I cannot believe, Prince is adding his flavor with the TLC match.
Ricky: This cannot be good!
[Immediately Prince grabs Hunt and jabs the fish hooks right into Hunt's mouth and pulls him around for a bit before immediately wrapping the barbed wire around Hunt's neck for a while, weakening Hunt slowly.]
Ricky: That sick fuck! I cannot believe Darin Zion and Brian Hollywood would allow someone like Prince into their organization.
Chris: Well, either way it's going to be good.
[Prince immediately stands back up and grabs a steel chair and immediately stands on the barricade. Hunt's laying down on the ground lifeless with the fish hooks dangling in his mouth. Prince pours the thumbtacks all over Hunt's body. He motions for it and immediately jumps and sails with the chair in his hands and lands it under his ass. Prince lands will sheer force onto Hunt's face and both reel in pain for a moment.]
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Chris: Prince turned up the intensity of this match by sheer force. He landed big on Hunt's skull and crushed it.
Ricky: I don't think Hunt will be getting up after that one! He's bleeding a lot!
[Back in the ring, Tiami stands tall while Timothy and Darin are still gathering themselves on the mat...]
Chris: Oh no... oh NO!!
Ricky: YES!! Looks as if that treacherous 'Princess' is about to meet her 'Prince', only unlike Cinderella's 'Prince Charming'? This man ain't gonna put some silly little shoe on her foot, naw. He's gonna break that glass slipper and CUT HER WITH THE SHARDS!!
[Matthew Prince returns to the ring with the steel chair after recovering. He steps up onto the apron, carrying his steel chair now wrapped with the barbed wire he used with Hunt. He rolls right in through the top and middle ropes before DRIVING the chair into the skull of Tiami. The BRUTAL shot sends blood splattering against the canvas!! A 'HO-LY-SHIT' chant echoes around the building, as Prince soaks it in. He smiles a vile smile, shaking his head, before dropping the chair to the mat with a clatter. He then grabs Tiami by the neck, before chucking her over the top rope. He then rolls out of the ring, and grabs a table, sliding it in. Then, he yanks the ladder that Codair just took flight from moments ago.
Prince then slides the ladder in under the bottom rope, following it inside. But as he does, he receives a chairshot to the head, before he's even able to make it to his feet.]
Ricky: ZION'S BACK IN THIS THING!! He's standing tall, but the same can't be said for Prince!! Darin's driving those shots into Matt's fat head, and now the head honcho here in PWX has a golden opportunity!! Codair and Chase are out in the remains of our desk, Tiami is a mess on the other side of the ring, Hunt's still down, and now PRINCE is down.
Chris: I hate to say it, but all the man has to do is set up the ladder and the Hybrid title will be his for the taking...
Ricky: Only a matter of time, Chris, ONLY a matter of time.
Chris: But hold onto your horses!! Timothy Hunt is back on his feet, and he is CHARGING for Darin Zion!!
Ricky: GAWD DAMMIT!!
[Hunt catches Zion off-guard with the 'Tired Of...', a superkick in return for the roundhouse Darin delievered to Tim earlier in the match. Darin stumbles back a few steps, before falling to a knee. With Zion on one knee, Hunt grabs the Establishment's golden boy by the head, before PLANTING him with a sharp, snap DDT. Hunt then heads for the table Prince brought into the ring, setting it up. He lifts the ladder, and does likewise, setting it beside the table. He then moves back toward Zion and begins to strike him with boot after boot, to make sure he stays in a weakened state.
Seconds later, Hunt pulls Zion to his feet, before grabbing him in a front chancery. He signals for 'The Hunted' before NAILING it. Zion's head hits so hard against the mat that it bounces off with a loud thump, and Darin is left holding his head in agony. Hunt springs to his feet, and motions to the crowd, brimming with intensity, and hyping the audience into a deafening roar. Hunt then gazes down at Zion, showing off a grin, knowing precisely what he's about to do. He lifts Darin to his feet, following in with a series of chops, backing Zion up against the wooden table.
Hunt pulls his hand back, looks out at the fans, and then delievers a HARD knife-edge chop. Zion is sent reeling back, before he topples over, resting upon the table. Hunt smiles broadly, his teeth glistening in the light of a thousand flashing cameras. He then looks up toward the top of the ladder, and begins to rise. Hand over hand, foot over foot, he climbs up the ladder and toward the belt. But it's soon apparent his focus isn't on the belt, it's on leaving a lasting image in the back of Zion's mind... and he does so, as Hunt stands upon the VERY top of the ladder, raising both of his index fingers high above his head... before glaring back down at Zion... and then SAILING from his perch, flying over the top of the ladder, and--]
*SMASH*
[Hunt comes down, hitting the "Controvery's Story" with precision, and OBLITERATING Darin Zion right through the table!! Splinters fly through the air, as Zion lays a beaten and broken mess.]
Chris: Hunt just soared from what's gotta be at LEAST fifteen feet in the air, and he drove Zion through that table!
Ricky: DAMMIT!! Zion had this thing, he HAD it!! And now Hunt's stealing it from his grasp!!
Chris: Hunt isn't stealing a thing! If he wins the title tonight, he EARNED it, plain and simple!
[Darin Zion is left coughing up blood, as Timothy Hunt slowly, but surely, makes it back to a standing position. He tumbles back a bit, leaning against the ropes. But here comes Prince! The big man clobber Hunt against the ropes, driving vicious forearm shots into the former two time Hybrid Champ. Prince then whips Hunt across the ring, following up with a devestating big boot to the face. With Hunt sprawled out against the canvas, Prince climbs up the turnbuckle, eyeing Hunt to make sure he stays down. Standing atop the turnbuckle, Prince lifts a fist to the heavens, before LEAPING and landing a leg across the throat of Timothy.]
Chris: Now Prince is once again firmly in this battle!
Ricky: Well, you kept talkin' about not counting anybody out. Don't you DARE count out Darin Zion!!
Chris: Wouldn't think of it, Rick, and neither should you count out Timothy Hunt. Whoever pulls that title down first will be the undisputed Hybrid Champ. The bout isn't over, it's still anyone's match to win.
[Prince then grabs Tim by the hair, before ripping him from the mat. Hunt receives a boot to the gut, and he hunches over. Prince tosses Timothy's head between his legs in a powerbomb position. Matthew then pulls Tim up and over so that his back and shoulders are resting against Matt's right shoulder. Prince then flips Hunt over and down, driving the top of his head and neck directly into the canvas.]
Chris: IMPOSSIBLE BRUTALITY!!
Ricky: And if THAT doesn't take Tim out of the, well, HUNT for the gold, I don't know what will!!
Chris: Smooth one there, Rick. Clever as ever... Prince stands and shoves Hunt out of the ring with his foot, driving him out under the bottom rope. He then turns toward the ladder... and stares up toward the Hybrid Championship of the World.
Ricky: OH NO YOU DON'T!!
Chris: Oh yes he very well might!! He's the last man left standing, and he has the perfect shot right here to climb up the stairway to success!!
Ricky: It's a LADDER, Chris!!
Chris: It's a metaphor, Rick...
[Prince makes his way to the ladder, before slowly climbing toward the strap, dangling precariously above the ring. He reaches out his hand, but it's still too far away. He climbs up a bit more, and the title is now mere fingertips from his possession. Prince climbs up one more rung and--]
Ricky: YES!! Darin's up, HE'S UP!!! He's climbing the ladder, YOU CAN DO IT BOSS!!
Chris: He's groggy as all get out, but Darin Zion IS making his way up the ladder! Prince is reaching out, he's TOUCHING the gold... Timothy Hunt is clamoring into the ring, but the guy barely has his wits about him. Darin is half-way up the ladder, as Prince is trying to unfasten the belt...
Ricky: Darin's at the top!! That CRETIN Timothy Hunt is staggering around at the bottom, desperately trying to muster up enough energy to do something, anything, but he's too late!! Darin has his hand on the belt... but so does Prince!! They're fighting eachother to pull down the title...
Chris: They've both unhooked the championship?! They're BOTH holding the gold!! Down below, Timothy Hunt has collapsed from the pain racking his body. He did his DAMNDEST to get back into this war, but his body's given out on him...
*THWACK!!!*
Ricky: OH MY GOD!!.....YESSSSS!!!
Chris: Oh my...
[Darin Zion cracks Prince in the SKULL with the title belt, sending the monster of a man toppling from the ladder, in a scene reminiscent of King Kong crumblng from the Empire State Building. Prince collides with the canvas, the sound echoing throughout the arena... Darin Zion himself is shocked. But after realizing what's happened, he holds the title belt aloft to the absolute disgust of everyone in the building. Well... ALMOST everyone...]
Ricky: YES!! THERE IS A GOD!! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?!?!?
WINNER: DARIN ZION
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["Hail to the King" immediately reprises over the PA System and Darin Zion immediately holds the Hybrid Title up above his head high and proud. He then motions for a microphone and starts to descending the ladder after taunting with his belt.]
Darin Zion: I fucking told you all! I fucking told you I'd do what it'd take to win this fucking Hybrid Championship. Rather I lied, cheated, or stole it, I manipulated with all your fucking emotions to make me hate me more with just my words and I shut you all the fuck up with my talent. And I reign as the best PWX Hybrid Champion of all times. No one stopped me and they all proved me right. They tried their asses off but if they'd not been so fucking lazy, I'd win. And you know what, that proves that the Pariah's, the Ness's all fucking coasted and made these guys fucking lazy bums. They created them. I cannot blame them for their poison. They've ingested all the poison that Wrath and his marry bunch of retards spread along with all the past legends. I'm the hardest worker and if you have a fucking problem with it. You know what, fuck you. Next week, I'm going to DISNEY WORLD and I'm taking a giant shit on all of you people. I just proved it...I'm the best in the fucking....
[As Darin Zion has come down off the ladder..........and all the competitors are standing in the ring, an eerie music starts to pick up. “Blessed are the Dead” by Megadeth starts to play over the speakers as the lights in the arena cut to black. There is the sound of commotion in the ring in the darkness. Flash bulbs go off all around, showing the shadows of the turmoil in the ring as one group pounds on another. One by one, druids in robes with torches emerge from behind the stage. As the torches get closer, the shillouette of someone runs into the ring from the crowd. One by one, they all descended down the aisle and towards the ring, encircling it while the chant with the torches. It is clear now that Codair, Prince, and Blade, are beating on Zion, Chase, and Tyler.
A great sign appeared
Under the stars and the moon
Sounds of galloping horses
On clouds of lightning and thunder
A dark gathering storm
To scorch the earth for many generations
A nuclear winter
Worse than any cold or holy war
A white horse on the clouds of death
A red warhorse to end all wars
A pale horse and pestilence led by a
Black horse with famine and scales
As the music erupts, the sound of hooves pounding on the ramp show. A firey red horse appears on the ramp, being rode by Wrath, who has a sick, blood stained skull mask, resembling the punisher symbol over his face. He carries three sets of bridles in his hands, leading behind him a white, black, and pale horse. As he rides down the ramps, the druids continue their chanting. As Wrath circles the ring, he throws the bridles over the ring posts one at a time, leaving the horses hooked to each corner of the ring. Wrath hops off his horse, and looks at Prince, Codair, and Blade. They continue their assault on their three victims. Codair hits Zion with the ShatterStar. Prince hits the Impossible Brutality on Chase, Blade hits Tyler with a dangerous reverse frankensteiner that spikes Tyler on her head. Wrath laughs as the music continues, knowing the victims are subdued.
The doctrine of hatred
Nation will rise against nation
Wash me in blood and let me be
The firstborn of the dead
A crowned rider with arrows and bow
A red rider with a great firey sword
Flames come from the one called death
Horror and apocalypse follows
(RIDE!) Won't you four horsemen ride again
Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come
I hold fast to what I believe
Till I see my name in stone
Blessed are the dead
As Wrath digs under the ring and starts to toss weapons into the ring, four druids emerge from behind the curtain carrying a large throne with a man in a robe sitting in it. A hood is over his head, obscuring his face from sight as they march him down the ramp and towards the ring. Horns stick out of the hood and as the throne is lowered in front of the ring, he uses a cane with a goats head on the top to get up. He creeps up the ring steps, clearly looking as if he is having a very difficult time moving. As he climbs into the ring, a bag can be seen hanging off of his waist. Climbing carefully into the ring, he surveys the battle. The man points at Nikki and she immediately becomes fixated on Tiami Tyler. Wrath slides into the ring and hands Nikki a pair of scissors. Blade immediately grabs Tyler by the hair and wrenches her head back. Blade opens up the scissors and starts to rake them across Tyler’s head. The decrepit old man under the robes rubs his hands in delight as Blade gouges and prods at Tyler’s head, opening her up and causing blood to spill from her head.
Old Man: Turn the music off! I want to hear her scream! She must suffer for her deeds!
Chris: What the hell is going on here Ricky! It’s like Satan himself just walked into the building.
Ricky: Who is that old guy? I’ve heard his voice before. It sounds very familiar.
Chris: Whatever is going on here, Wrath is somehow involved. This is getting crazy though Ricky.
Ricky: He did warn Brian Hollywood that he pushed him to do something extreme. Maybe this is the extreme he was talking about. Whatever it is… I like it!
Blade continues to open up Tyler as the old man reaches into his bag and pulls something out. Prince and Codair beat on Chase and Zion to keep them compliant. Blade drags Tyler towards the old man who holds out a mask towards Blade. Blade drags Tyler over and holds her head over the mask. Tyler’s blood starts to pour onto the mask, and Blade keeps carving, pouring more blood on the mask. After a moment, Blade stomps on Tyler, and pins her under her foot. The old man laughs and reaches up, placing the bloody half mask with devil horns on her face. Nikki adjusts the mask so she can see properly, turns for the crowd to snap pictures and then steps off to the side of the old man.
Chris: What the hell? He’s got a mask in his hands and Nikki is pouring Tiami Tyler’s blood on it!?
Ricky: Woah. I don’t think this is the kind of cut Tiami had in mind when she was thinking about a pair of hair dresser’s scissors.
Chris: This looks like a blood sacrifice Ricky! Who the hell is the old guy.
The old man looks at Nikki and nods his approval. He turns towards Nikki, eying her suspiciously under his hood. He speaks again, directly to Nikki.
Old Man: My child, you have earned your horns. You truly have become a master of vice and sin and I applaud you. You have accepted the gift, now will you give your loyalty and fealty freely to I and our order?
Nikki Blade: I give my loyalty and fealty to you freely, light bearer.
The old man laughs demonically as he points at Prince. Prince scoops up Chase and nails him with a quick scoop slam. He starts to laugh the boots to Chase immediately as the old man cackles his approval from under the hood. Prince reaches over to the box of tricks that Wrath has thrown him and reaches down in. He motions for the old man to come closer. The old man slowly moves forward, digging out a second mask as he does so. Prince reaches down and pulls out a Sawz-All. Prince holds it up and the crowd immediately begins to buzz with intensity at the thought of using such a thing in the arena. The old man holds the mask out. Prince leans down, holds Chase’s head over the mask, and let’s the Sawz-All rip across Chase’s head. The motor makes a horrible noise, blood instantly begins to pour out of Chase’s head, and his screams of agony fill the arena. The fans are oddly silent at the sight they are seeing. The old man cackles again as Chase tries to rip himself free. Prince lays off the Sawz-All and stomps Chase flat at the feet of the old man. The old man places a mask with a skull on it and chains coming out of the ears over Prince’s head.
Old Man: My Child, my brother, and my most loyal adviser tells me that his personal training of you has been completed. He has said through your struggles you have earned your status my son. You have accepted the gift, now will you pledge your loyalty and fealty freely to I and our order?
Matthew Prince: I thank you for this opportunity to prove myself, respected one. When I was first brought into this order I was weak and full of apprehension. Now, I am full of malice, hate, and the desire to maim all of those who stand before us in a hopefully attempt to stem the rising tide. I thank you for the opportunity to become something so much more. So come and see. As the four riders we be. Light bearer I pledge this to you, my fealty and loyalty to you and our order.
Prince steps off to the side of the old man, his blood stained mask, showing a hideous smile on it.
Chris: OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM!?
Ricky: Now that’s putting a power tool to use it was never intended for!
Chris: Who the hell is this old man and why is he so delighted by this horrific punishment of our roster?
Ricky: Who ever he is, he sure is one sick fuck.
Codair looks at Zion who is laying flat on the mat. Wrath shoves the trash can down towards TJ. TJ looks into it, roots around for a moment and then pulls out a baseball bat that is wrapped in barbed and razor wire. TJ looks at Zion and starts to lay into him with the bat, taking whacks at Zion’s head with glee. With Zion sufficiently cowed, Codair grabs him by the hair and yanks his head back. The old man approaches with the mask and TJ starts to go crazy raking Zion’s head with the barbed wire and razor wire wrapped bat. Zion starts to pour blood, leaving trails of it down the faceless, battle scarred red mask. Codair lets Zion drop and squashes him into the mat, smacking Zion in the head with the bat a couple more times. TJ bows his head and allows the old man to put the mask on him.
Old Man: TJ, one of my dearest friends. One of my oldest allies. We have shared many a good time. And no doubt you contributed to this decision I’ve had to make about the future of our order. You have accepted the gift TJ, now do you pledge loyalty and fealty to I and our order?
TJ: Old friend, you have been an ally, a mentor, a teacher, a blessing, misery and above all everything I have ever stood for, no matter the cost. I have always been a rider, A Darkrider. now I ride as something more. So come and see. At the four riders we be. Light bearer I pledge this to you, my fealty and loyalty to you and our order.
The old man turns his attention towards Wrath and motions for him to come closer. Wrath slowly approaches, looking at the other three, now in masks just as he is. He steps on Zion’s head and drops to his knee in front of the old man. The old man looks down at Wrath and places a hand on his forehead. The old man lets out a wicked laugh.
Old Man: You pledged your loyalty and fealty a long time ago my progeny. You are my finest achievement so far. It is now that I pass the torch to you, Wrath. Take our order forward into the future of this business. You may take what you came for, child.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: There are so many options , light bearer… how can I most please you on your last night here. What would you like me to do to get Zion to sign the papers?
The old man starts to laugh maniacally, Wrath slowly starting to stand up. He nods his head and reaches up to the edges of the old man’s hood.
Old Man: Get the hooks.
Wrath nods enthusiastically, and then flips back the hood on the old man. A gnarled and chewed up dead skin mask that is all stapled together is revealed. The crowd immediately bursts into cheers and whistles as Corey Gein stands up straight and looks at Zion. The crowd starts to chant the Hall of Famer’s name as Wrath, Codair, Prince, and Blade start to wail on Zion. Wrath breaks away from the three while they beat on Zion. Wrath picks up the microphone.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: I warned you Brian. I warned you that you’d finally crossed the line. It’s been a long road. It’s been a difficult road, but the end of your reign of terror is here. You forced me to do something extreme. You forced me to go home and find the most horrible thing I could do to counter act everything you’ve been standing for. And now that you’ve pushed me to that point… you made me go and unleash hell. You made me go seek out the big guns to put you out of your misery. So I went back home and got the advice from the most evil man in the history of this business. How do I beat the biggest evil in the industry? How do I beat a man that embodies the antichrist himself? By being the thing the antichrist ushers in. So you will all be consumed.
Codair and Blade pin Zion’s arms to the mat while Prince goes about skewering Zion’s upper back with several hooks. Wrath stands over Zion and pulls out a contract and a pen. He looks down at Zion and kneels down by his head.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: You know all of those shares you’ve been selling Darin? You know those investors, those lawyer guys you were selling all their stuff too. Well… you just need to sell your last percent in the company Darin… and the company is half mine. You heard that right… the company is half mine just as soon as your sign this piece of paper.
The crowd erupts at the thought of Wrath owning half the company and sticking it to Hollywood every chance he could get.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Now, you can sign this Darin, or I can make it so you want to sign it. Don’t make me do this the hard way.
Wrath holds the microphone by Zion’s head
Darin Zion: Go suck the sweat off Codair’s ball bag.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Ohhh, wrong answer.
Wrath looks at Prince and nods. Prince hooks a bar and chains up to the hooks. A chain and pulley lower down from the ceiling. Prince starts to hook Zion up to the hooks, but Zion tries to struggle Prince hits him a couple of times and then gets the hooks settled into the chains. When he does, Codair and Blade pick up Zion and stand him up on his feet.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Last chance Zion. You’re going to sign this paper. It’s up to you if you need to suffer this much or not.
Darin Zion: Brian is going to make you pay for this.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: You signing it or not?
Darin Zion: If I sign it, will you let me go?
John “Wrath” Ojeda: What do you guys think? Should I let him go if he signs it?
Wrath holds the microphone out to the crowd, who unanimously boo the idea.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: You heard ‘em, guess they don’t like you and Brian that much.
Wrath starts to crank back on the chains, and Zion’s flesh starts to pull tight against the shark hooks. Wrath keeps pulling and Zion’s feet come off the ground. Zion starts screaming loudly as he lifts off the ground. He tries not to kick and writhe too much, but his screams make it happen.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Sign them!
Wrath shoves the pen into Zion’s hand and holds it there. Zion grabs the paperwork and signs them very quickly, and screams the entire time he’s doing so. Wrath laughs, folds up the paper work and shoves it into his pocket. Mr. Gein stands in the background gazing up at Zion with an evil glare. He grabs the microphone from Wrath and laughs into it.
Corey Gein: I am pleased to hand over the Hell House to you my children. Now go forth… go forth and destroy!
Gein cackles evilly and sits back into his throne. Wrath looks up at Zion, who’s swinging from his shoulders while Prince holds the chain. Wrath walks out of the ring and climbs onto the red horse. TJ walks out and finds a place on the white horse. Blade steps out and hops onto the black horse. Prince ties off the chain around the top rope and leaves Zion hanging and screaming. Prince climbs onto the back of the pale horse and the four start out of the arena as “Hell House” by Dark Lotus plays in the background. The druids pick up Gein and carry him back out as the ring crew runs out to get Zion down and get him to the ambulance.
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